His hand is still on my thigh, his Very Thick Thigh is against my thigh and my side is against the Bar. I am asked again about what he can do for me.... .. Before I can answer he asked me if I like to suck Dick. My heart is beating so hard now I am sure he can Hear it.. Now his hand has moved up to the inside of my thigh on his way to under my Ass, while his other hand is now on the top of my thigh. I feel his finger under me pressing up against my hole. All this time he has never looked away. He slumped to theground in defeat.Then he heard the little crack and fizz of a soda can, and a slurp. Hejumped to his feet and spied through the window again. There she was,sitting at her desk and drinking another can of soda.For a few seconds, he was steaming. It was almost like she was mockinghim, challenging him to figure out her secret, and drinking those stupid,fake sugar-laden sodas while she...And then he had his prank.It wasn't big and elaborate prank; it was small and simple. In. I invited this guy over to my booth in order to watch him in action on my dick, and to allow others to enter the second booth to watch or join in as they desired. It took him longer than the 3 seconds necessary to enter my side, but he got there. Once there, I discovered that I was just getting hand action from him, but he did have a really nice touch. He played a lot with my balls and my crotch generally, so I was hoping that I might get some ass stimulation out of this, but no. Eager for. I hoped so too. A traffic ticket or worse, an accident would spoil one of the best nights of my life. It wasn't easy to concentrate on the road with Ralph's hands mauling and milking my breasts. He played with my tits and my thighs and told me he knew a lot of men that would appreciate my femininity and my talented ass and tongue.Thankfully we made it to the city without incident. We were in the Tenderloin district. An especially seedy downtown part of San Francisco. Even at three in the.