All the while, we could hear other women entering, and leaving adjoining stalls. The click of heels against the tile floor, the steady stream of other...s relieving themselves, due I’m sure, to the alcohol they had consumed. As I lick at her clit, the sweet smell of her scent permeates my nostrils. The earlier, strong scent of “Lysol”, and a hanging toilet deodorizer, no longer was relevant. I’m sure some of the women knew what was going on behind our door. It was clearly noticeable, from the. My cold piss-soaked jeans stuck to my leg all the way down to the cuff. Aunt Fox jerked me through the front of the supermarket back to the rest rooms. Shit was trickling down my thigh and the jeans smeared it around. I couldn't worry about it as I had to trot to keep my arm from being ripped from its socket.I didn't know we were in the women's room until I saw a lady in a stall with no door. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, her panties were down around her ankles and she was rubbing a. You are standing on tiptoes, allowing me to slip further and further. It seems like it might never bottom out. My balls touch your clit and you gasp, the cock so hard and deep inside you… I reach around and press my finger into your mouth and you immediately begin sucking on it. I use this distraction to beat down my own rising climax. This will last. I gaze at your body, the glistening skin looking so inviting in the candle light and run my other hand down your back from your neck and across. It stung a great deal but was not as bad as I thought it was going to be; it was rather stimulating. The next strike again struck my small, right butt cheek and this time it was a little harder and stung more. The next was even harder and I made a louder yelping whimper and my tears started running down my cheeks.Sean’s strikes were very precise. He paddled first my right butt cheek five times and then my left five times. By the time he was done, my ass cheeks felt like they were on fire.