I felt Martin's body pressed as tightly against me as it was possible for him to do. He was trying to drive even more cock into me than he had. Then h...e quickly pulled back and drove painfully against me again. He was trying to torture me with his cock. I could feel my body fighting to respond as quickly as he pistoned into me, but it was hopeless. I could not process all the feelings. My body was lost in it's own sensory overload. It didn't matter who was doing what to me as long as it kept. His eyes are wide open, as is his mouth. The look of lust is familiar. Once i get to only his cockhead between my lips, I grab his shaft again, slowly jerking him up and down. I can hear him moan as I remove my mouth off his cock. I see movement to my right. Someone is standing in the aisle, just inches from my face, watching. Looking left, I see the black guy and the guy in the corner has been joined by two others, all watching me, all in various stages of jerking off. Fuck, but this is so. No one was watching so I ducked into the dressing room and spent more time pulling both sides of the curtain against the wall than she had. I even pressed my cheek against the wall, and with one eye closed like I was looking through a gun sight, checked to see if there was a gap. Then I did the same on the other side. When I turned around, I almost bumped into her. The room wasn't large."So what did you mean when you said you'd like to return the favor?" she asked."I was embarrassed that you. ." Dexy sat the glass on top of the other the beginnings of a very depressing shot glass castle, "Thank you..." downing the straight vodka that the bar tender handed her Dexy leaned back closing her eyes savouring the fiery trail sliding down her throat.Today had to be the worst day yet at work.Dexy had came in late, after dropping her keys in her coffee and splashing her white dress which she than had to change, getting a scratchs on her BMW from parking to close to her garage wall, finally.