He was at least ten years older than me, but that didn't bother me in the least. The place was packed, with at least two dozen people spilled out onto... the boardwalk just off the back entrance to the café itself.We stood hip to hip sipping a decent wine."Nice dress," he said. It was a safe gambit on his part, innocuous I thought, until he named the store in Manhattan where I'd purchased it.That put him in a slightly different category. Now he had my undivided attention."That's very perceptive of. I winched at the wet tongue on my skin. The breath of the man grazed across my skin. It tingled and my heart beat faster. My bra was pulled from my skin, and I felt a cold sensation. A knife blade I imagined. My senses did not deceive me, as my bra was cut from my body. As my bra was pulled away from me, my breasts were bare, open for these men to take advantage of. It did not take long for one after the other to take one or the other in their hands and mouths. My nipples were hard as. . shiny." Heh, strange. You know what this is, right?" I handed her the lube, but she didn't take it. Instead, what she did surprised me. She placed her hand on my arm and slowly looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were a deep aquamarine, and seemed to be slightly wet, perhaps from tears. I stiffened up, confused, my cock still bulging out from my jeans."I ... I've always wondered what you thought of me ... Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, on the verge of tears.I hesitated. My eyes moved down. Oh god, each time I orgasmed they were getting stronger.The wine had obviously affected me more than normal, as not only did I feel drained, I was really quite relaxed, I felt that I was without a care in the world.I thought through the events of the day and wow, what a day it'd been. I'd seen my daddy's cock, I'd been molested by a female shop assistant, I'd been kissed by the same person, I'd been shown how to masturbate and I couldn't stop thinking about my daddy's cock. my goodness, I was.