I realize not only am I on one hand and my knees but my other hand is furiously and noisily rubbing my clit. I quickly stop and hope Sarah hadn’t h...eard too much. From where I am kneeling, I see Sarah’s feet under the stalls as she sits. I try to slow my breathing, realizing how much I had started sweating. This is horrible, I think. I’m kneeling in a stall, imagining myself sucking my unknown Master’s massive cock. This is so humiliating, I think, and I’m so horny! “Why did you stop?”. Eventually Sarah discovered my relationship with Christina and after watching her daughter sucking me remarked “Hey Chris. You need me to show you how to suck your poor old Dad,s cock properly!” “I know you,re good at it as I,ve watched you suck Dad,s cock a few times so what am I doing wrong?” Chris responded. “You don,t deep throat enough!” Sarah replied.”If you really want to give your partner a blow job to remember then go as deep as you can and if you make a noise even better! Yes. The first man, wearing a blue mask, dipped his head down, and took a pink nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling it, sucking and biting until Ella gasped behind the gag. The next man, in a red mask, lightly stroked her thigh, kneading the skin with his rough hands, slowly moving up and into the skirt of her dress. The third man, grey mask, lifted her ass off the table just high enough to push her dress over her waist and pull her panties to the side. “Fuck, man, I. I eventually asked them to see if they could help me find the screw and they of course helped for a while. Then the black guy joked and said since they can't find the screw they could screw me back at his place. Well, I thought about it and thought about what my husband would say about me going to a strangers house...especially two guys alone to fuck. I told them that, but said if they were serious to meet me in the ladie's restroom....hadicapped stall. They followed me. I could not.