I practically drop the weights. They make a horrible crash on my marble floor but I don’t care. My one hand starts slapping my clit and the other is... pulling my nipples. I don’t even know my name right now - it is so delirious.When I’m done torturing myself I lift myself gently and the feeling again is amazing. There is a loud squelch from my pussy and a grim churning sound coming from deep within my bowels as Mr. Wiggly starts taking the long read out of my colon. I have to practically stand. Just the thought of being exposed as fags will get them running away!"He giggled to himself."But don't get too close," he warned, "or they might turn you homotoo."Then he left.The two other young guys headed off in different directions. The oldguy looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and started off on his owntrail. I saw one to my left, and started working.Surprisingly, this section was quite clean. I didn't find much to putin the bag. As I was walking, a couple of joggers came running. Will you be able to ring this purchase up for me?”I stammered, “Sure,” and Melissa moved back to the changing room. But this time she did not draw the curtain. With her back to me, she stripped off the lingerie. I admired the beautiful curve of the spine and the bare back and buttocks. Those firm, round beautiful butt cheeks. She bent over and pulled on her panties. Then her slacks. She turned to the side and I watched as she filled the bra with her breasts and fastened it. And then. No Daddy! Please! she cried, I promise Ill be good! Now baby girl, you know Daddy has to do this. Your mommy always said ,spare the rod and spoil the child. I promised her I would take good care of you and I have a rod right here to use on you. Then he grabbed her little hip with one hand, and guiding his cock with the other, he slammed his huge cock to the hilt into her hot little pussy. She screamed then, but that only made him grab both hips and piston in and out of her tight, tiny fuckhole.