I felt his hand slap my ass, making it sting. It hurt but at the same time I could feel my pussy's excitement. “I am going to do that again, and I ...want you to count them slut.” He slapped my ass even harder the second. I decided I should start counting from one. “One.” Whack “Two” Whack “Three” Whack “Four” his hand lingered on my ass and he began to run his fingers over my skin. I felt my whole body tingle. The last slap had hurt the most so far and I am glad he had given me time to. But do not cum.” In real life I look over at Sarah’s shoes in the stall two down from mine. I must not disobey. As much as I shouldn’t, I HAVE to fuck myself. Gently I slip two fingers past my lips and into my hungry sex. Without pausing, I slowly start fingering myself. The sound of my fingers inside my pussy echoes in the quiet bathroom. My vagina is still tight and I feel my knuckles every time as they squeeze through. Sarah’s shoes shift uncomfortably at the sounds and I wince. . He suddenly took out his phone and gave to his assistant asking to shoot this.I was shocked yet in drugged mood having no energy to push him away and question him. I said, “No please don’t do this.” He pinched my navel. He pushed me on the bus and looked closer at my boobs. He said, “What a girl you’re. So sexy and hot. I can’t afford to leave you. I will fap seeing our moments.” He grabbed me by my thighs rubbing them.He sucked me like a cat searching for milk. He went down removed that one. We couldn't pull any more trainers out of the gym, we going to need more of them as it were.A forklift and a scissors-lift arrived and were sitting parked under the canopy of the long loading dock. Other materials were unloaded by Bob, pallets of ply wood, drywall, pipe, and wire. Another small dumpster was sitting in one of the parking places.I started making the run to the college. Students were arriving and moving into their dorms. HR and I were giving the same welcoming speech three times a.