Jason hit the bathroom door precisely a minute later, without glancing at the two behind the counter, for fear they'd be staring at him.Jason hit the bathroom door precisely a minute later, without glancing at the two behind the counter, for fear they'd be staring at him. They had to be suspicious now. He felt distinctly self-conscious sucking the popcicle while he walked into the "loo". To his relief, there were two rest room doors on the other side of the outer door. Maybe they won't realize we're in the same room, he thought. At first, he saw no-one in the room. He was surprised how large the bathroom was- most "water closets" he had seen so far were literally closets. There were soft moans coming from one of the stalls. He looked in. Flora was bent over the commode, facing the wall, with her arms folded on the tank and her legs astride the toilet. Her latex skirt was pulled way up, stretched tightly around her waist and over her breasts. The leather jacket and her bra were nowhere to be seen. Mandy stood behind her, one hand cupping a breast, the other buried to the knuckles in Flora's vagina. She motioned with her head for Jason to join them. It was cramped, and he and Mandy had to squeeze beside Flora to get the door closed, but once they had, there was little more room to move around in. He discovered Flora's jacket and bra hanging on the back of the door. "Stop staring like a virgin," chided Mandy, "I want you to do something." She turned to her slave. "Flora," she said softly, "are you listening to me?" "Mm-hmm." "I am going to put a leather helmet on you, do you understand?" "Mm. |