"And now I get to fuck you." He tore my blouse open, shaking his head. "We need to get you some better clothes. If you want to be a groupie for my ban...d you needed to dress better." Of course, Kurt," I quickly agreed. Being a groupie for his band was the most important thing in the world to me.My bra came off next, my round breasts spilling out. Kurt pinched one of my nipples so hard I gasped in pain. "Nice tits, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt smiled wickedly. "I can't wait to pierce these fat nipples.". She tried to bring a hand back to her rear, and the bow went flying, and she leaned first left and then right to get off me, pushing with her legs, and suddenly she was off me and lost the cello, which banged as it hit the floor. She cradled the cello like a sick child. Oh, we didn’t really fight. I apologized and said I’d pay to have the fiddle fixed. I don’t think there was anything really wrong with it. But after we’d dressed and she’d played with it for a while, she sent me home. ***** What. "Quickly, eagerly, Steve Samuels whistled high and shrill. A moment later, the huge furry form of the postal clerk's great dog, Ringo, bounded into the room, tail wagging. The animal went directly to the couch, sniffing the wide-splayed womanhood of Sally Reagan familiarly. The young black-haired wife gasped, seeming to snap out of her semi-catatonic state, and she turned her hands, palms outward, to the dog, as if to ward off some vicious attack. "No!" she moaned. "Oh, God, no, no, not again!. They may be physically shielded from 'prying eyes' with small modesty screens, or they may be totally exposed depending on the facility. But the dick is exposed. And that basic fact has been the mainstay of anonymous, 'quickie' sex from the moment the first public convenience was opened.You'll recall from the first part of this narrative that I was introduced to the delights that could be available in public toilets given the right circumstances. What I didn't know then was the there was a.