" Fine. We will meet Bruce."So off we went.We were lucky in terms of traffic, and made good time. When we gotthere, Gabbi's mom said, "We probably won...t have time to see everything,so pick and choose your priorities now, okay?" Okay."The day was great. Bruce was as scary as Gabbi and I hoped, and Idiscovered the reason why guys ask girls to scary movies. It gives thegirl an excuse to hold the guy tight.....Finally, we had to go if we wanted to make it back in time, so we leftthe park. The road. He seemed reluctant to cup them fully. But then the black man eased his big hands around my tits and began to gently squeeze. I closed my eyes. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed his hands and I was crushed. I wanted those hands back on my tits, but he had another idea.His hands were now pulling on the hem of my skirt, raising it slowly up my leg. He continued raising my hem almost quicker than I could register. I lifted my hips and allowed him to pull my panties off. As he did, I lifted my. The hugger wants to stroke me too, in a way. Its sensor studded digit extends to my now erect clitoris, attempting to replicate the feel of a real man there. I have no idea how successful it is. I've never had a real man. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent for a day than I earn in a year.The hugger is trying some complicated movements now, dancing its digit up and down my labia in a futile attempt to fool me.. Less than a minute later, he was jarred out of his reverie. Not by his girlfriend's voice, but by the snarling, gravelly bark of a male voice. "Pervert! What the fuck are you doing here?"Startled, he scrambled to cover himself as much as he could. The man, short, muscular, with dark, close cropped hair and a blue uniform with patches that read "Security Officer." The man was holding the stick with Allen's clothes on it."I'm meeting my girlfriend here. I'm not a pervert!" Allen.