.." Let me give you a ride home ..." No, I need to go - I mean, to take the bus ... I, uh ... I'll see you later,sir." And with that I retreated down ...the front steps and made my way backin the direction of the bus stop. And with every step, I felt a growingsense of devastation, like my world had completely caved in on me. As Iapproached the bus stop the thought occurred to me that it would be atleast another half-hour before the next one came, so without a moment'shesitation I just walked right. " Look, lady, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you better let me out of here."She sauntered over to stand in front of me. "Who the hell I am is Rachel Claus. And since Nicky's gone for the night, I finally get to use my own list of who's been naughty and nice."She reached down and unerringly touched a tip of her finger to my right nipple, still covered by flannel. It was like an electric shock."Oh, God," I gasped."And you seem to be very nice," she continued. "Nice blonde hair,. They're paid in chump change, too. Bruiser charges guys $30 for a fifteen minute session and gives the gal a mere ten bucks. But his ladies love fucking more than money and I've yet to hear one complain."The four women are all trucked in once a month and stay four days. They each do about ten men a day. Shit, one gal even brings her husband! He even watches when it's okay with the customer. Nice guy actually, but, wink-wink, a little too kinky for my taste!" Jane/Joe laughed.Then another. He gently started sliding fingers and started pressing the boobs with his four fingers like pressing idly. He started pressing all over it and carefully avoided nipples. I know it is not a perfect boob press. But still, I enjoyed closing my eyes.He started touching pressing by four fingers all over my boobs. He did not try to grope the entire boobs in fear. Instead, he just pressed with fingers on top, side of boobs and bottom of boobs for almost 3 minutes. Just like pressing a cake to see his.