AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. Written at the request of an admirer and friend of Margaret. |
Margaret looked down at the car zooming past. She could feel the power of the charter bus and unconsciously gripped the large steering wheel tighter as she pressed down on the gas pedal. But as soon as the mighty engine roared, she eased up. It wouldn't do for the Senior Trainer of a local bus company to get a speeding ticket.
Watching the back of the car disappear into the horizon, Margaret thought of her perfect life. She was 53 years old, but felt younger. Maybe it was her husband of 30 years who made her feel that way. Having two daughters, aged 23 and 25, surely didn't make her feel young, but Michael did.
Margaret smiled when she thought of her husband. Sure his hair was gray, but he was vibrant and sexy. Margaret giggled at her last thought. They'd been together for over 30 years and he had been her only lover. As hard as that seems nowadays, he was her first and only... and she had no regrets. Margaret thought back to when they were young. She had been so shy about sexual matters but, lately, she seemed to enjoy sex a lot more. "Hell," she thought with a smile on her face, "I want sex a lot more. This old gal ain't slowing down. Hee-hee."
The smile on Margaret's face disappeared for a moment when she wondered if her husband's interests were normal. Their sex was great, but he always wanted something different. Before she even realized it, Michael had her doing things that many people in their Canadian town might not approve of. When Michael got his digital camera he convinced her to pose for him. First it was family type pictures, but soon they were more risqué poses. It started innocently -- her raising her skirt or unbuttoning the top of her blouse so that her cleavage showed -- but soon she was being photographed in lingerie. That progressed to her large breasts being exposed and then her neatly trimmed pussy. Michael even had her go out without bra or panties under her clothes. That always made her feel vulnerable and self-conscious.
Margaret thought about her body. Her natural blonde hair was cut short and her blue eyes shimmered, but her body was fuller than when she was younger. Part of the blame was her 5'2" frame. Tall people always seemed to look thinner. Her breasts were not as firm, but it pleased her to know that her husband of 30 years still wanted to see her naked. That's probably why she agreed to pose even more wickedly.
Always shy about masturbating, Michael convinced her to do it in front of him. At first she blushed from embarrassment, but then the flush on her cheeks was from arousal. She still couldn't believe she had let Michael take pictures of her doing that. But he said he wanted to look at them while she was away on one of her charters so she relented. Then the smile returned to her face wondering if he would be looking at them while she was on this trip.
The drive to Syracuse, New York from Mississauga, Ontario took about 5 hours. Halfway, they got out to stretch their legs, get something to eat, and relieve their bladders at a rest stop. To some it seemed strange for people to charter a bus to go shopping in Syracuse, but the Carosel Center was worth it -- three levels of shopping focusing on Canadians. Most of the stuff was a lot cheaper there than back home... and that's even with the exchange. Furthermore, it was an opportunity for a group to get together and have fun, get away from home, and save money -- a good combination.
Margaret glanced over her shoulder at the passengers. She had been surprised to find that most of them were male. Usually the women outnumbered the men on a shopping charter. And even then, most of the men were husbands being dragged along. But not this time. It was a group of young college students on an excursion to replace the clothes that no longer fit their growing bodies. They were a little more rowdy than Margaret liked, but they were young so she let them be. The passengers were passing some papers around and laughing, but when they would stand up to peer over someone else's shoulder Margaret ordered them back into their seats. After all, as the bus company's senior trainer, she knew the safety regulations forwards and backwards.
"Hey Maggie, when are we going to stop to pee?" one of the boys called out.
Margaret waited for the childish giggles to end and said, "There's a rest stop about halfway."
"But I gotta go now," the boy whined.
"You'll just have to hold it."
"I can't," he said, standing up in the aisle and grabbing his crotch.
"Please sit down," Margaret demanded.
"I can't. I really gotta go."
"Young man, if you don't sit down I'm going to stop the bus."
"Good, then I can pee."
Margaret was getting angry. She decided to use her maturity to put the college student in place. Looking in the side view mirror, Margaret turned the large steering wheel until the tires moved onto the shoulder of the highway. When the bus came to a stop, Margaret turned off the engine and stood up, walking towards the unruly boy to confront him.
"Young man, you are required to stay in your seat while the bus is moving," she said in her most authoritative voice.
"But the bus isn't moving," he said with a chuckle that brought laughter from the others.
Margaret lost her temper and yelled, "That's because you're being a pain in the ass! Now sit down immediately!"
"Who would have thought old Maggie here would be so sexy?" someone else said from behind her.
Margaret spun around and indignantly said, "What did you say?"
And then Margaret's heart stopped beating. The boy held up a photograph. It was one of the papers that had been passed around while she was driving. It was a photograph of her, one that her husband had taken. She was wearing a sexy red outfit that looped around her large naked breasts, hanging out for everyone to see. The busload of college kids were now laughing at her. She felt her cheeks flush as red as the outfit in the photograph.
"Wh-Where'd you get that?" Margaret asked lamely.
"Oh, that's not important," the boy holding the photograph said. "If you're going to keep pictures like these on your computer you better have better security installed. Now I think Joey said he had to pee."
"Give me that," Margaret said, extending her arm and reaching for it.
The boy jerked it away and handed it to someone else. Soon the risqué photograph was passing from hand to hand as it got farther and farther away from the exasperated woman.
"I think I'm gonna pee in this cup," the boy named Joey announced.
Margaret spun around to see the boy holding a 32 ounce plastic cup from a convenience market. She was about to berate him when she thought it best to hold her tongue and just let him do it. But even after all that had happened, she was stunned when he pulled his cock out of his pants. Margaret embarrassingly looked away.
"C'mon Maggie, help a guy out," Joey whined. When Margaret turned back she saw the boy's cock dangling from his pants. "Help me, will ya?"
"Help you what?" Margaret said indignantly.
"Hold it for me."
Margaret was about to tell the boy to drop dead, but thought better of it. She reached out to take the cup.
"Not that. I can hold the cup," Joey explained. "I need to hold onto the seat here for balance and... well, with the cup in my other hand I'm outta hands."
Margaret hesitated for a moment and then realized what the boy wanted her to hold. "No way! This has gone far enough."
"You want people to see the photo?" Joey asked.
"No, but it looks like I don't have a choice. So what if someone sees it. It's not all that bad."
"What about this one?"
Margaret turned around to see another photograph held up. She gasped when she saw it. She was nude and her legs spread with her hands between them. One was rubbing her clit while the other had two fingers inside her pussy.
"Oh no!" Margaret screeched, blushing furiously.
"Yep, this one's more interesting. I bet your two daughters would love to see it. What do you think?"
"Please, you wouldn't."
"Not if you help Joey out."
Margaret weighed her options and settled on the one that seemed the least painful. Using her fingertips, Margaret lifted the college boy's dick and guided it to the plastic cup. She was holding the cock of a boy younger than her daughters. Her face flushed, partly from embarrassment, but that also happened when she was aroused. It was only the second cock she had ever touched, and that warmed her body. Her fingers slowly moved up and down the soft flesh, as if they had a mind of their own. The cock stiffened and pointed accusingly at her.
"Now look what you've done," Joey scolded the older woman, but chuckled. "How the hell am I gonna piss now?"
"Go on, try," Margaret said, grasping his cock more firmly and angling it downward towards the cup.
"It needs to be soft." Margaret released his dick and put her hands to her sides. "No, I can't wait. My bladder is gonna burst. Get my cock soft."
"How can I do that?"
"I don't care, just do it. Use your mouth or your hand. C'mon, make me cum so I can pee."
"I will not! I'm a happily married woman and old enough to be...." Margaret didn't finish the sentence, not wanted to remind herself that she was so much older than them.
"Um Maggie, what about these," someone said behind her.
When she turned around she saw him waving a handful of photographs, the top one of her masturbating. She didn't know which other ones they had copied. Her shoulders sunk in defeat as she turned back to the boy with the hard-on.
With a busload of college kids watching -- boys and girls -- Margaret wrapped her fingers around Joey's hard-on and began moving her hand up and down his shaft. When she found his skin sticking to her hand, she held her palm under her mouth and spit on it a few times. When her hand returned to his cock, it now glided up and down easily. Margaret heard the boy moaning, but didn't look at his face. Her eyes were locked on her fist sliding up and down his shaft. She was touching a cock other than her husband's... she was jerking it off. Soon the boy's hips began bucking so Margaret wanked him harder. When she heard the intake of air, Margaret pointed his cock at the cup and used quick, short strokes until she saw the sperm come forth. When he stopped cumming she squeezed the last of his sperm out of his shrinking cock. To her dismay, some of it leaked onto her hand.
"Oh, I feel much better now," the boy cried out and everyone laughed... everyone except Margaret of course. "C'mon, I really gotta go."
Margaret lifted Joey's cock again, realizing his cum was still on her hand. But she held it in place and waited until the yellow stream shot into the cup. She was holding a boy's dick while he was peeing... while the others looked on. It was the most humiliating experience of her life.
"Aaahhhhhhhh," Joey sighed, exaggerating his relief as the splashing within the cup echoed throughout the bus.
"Hey, the police are coming," one of the girls yelled out.
Joey scrambled to stuff his cock back into his pants and sit down, not really knowing what to do with the cup. Margaret panicked and almost ran down the aisle towards the front. The policeman stepped onto the top step just as she got there.
"Problems, ma'am?" he asked dryly.
"No sir. I mean, yes sir. Someone wasn't feeling well and I stopped to attend to his needs."
A burst of laughter filled the bus and Margaret stared at the passengers with pleading eyes. The policeman also looked at the smiling faces but quickly turned back to Margaret.
"You can't stop on the shoulder here. Highway 401 has a rest stop coming up... near the border crossing into the U.S. You can't miss it... has its own exit."
"Yes sir, I know and plan to stop there. It was an emergency."
"Okay, but get this bus back on the highway."
"Yes sir. Right away."
The policeman looked down the length of the bus one more time, his instincts telling him something was amiss, but to Margaret's relief he shrugged and turned, walking down the steps to the street. Turning back to Margaret one last time he said, "Have a safe trip."
"I will. Sorry for stopping. Thank you. Goodbye," Margaret rambled, and then the hydraulic swish of the doors closing isolated her from the policeman. What she didn't realize was that she also lost his protection.
Margaret quickly started the large bus and cautiously pulled onto the highway, the exhaust spitting out a cloud of dark smoke. Looking in the mirror, Margaret held her breath as she watched the policeman wave his hands in front of his face to clear the air. She was afraid he might come after her but was relieved that he didn't. Margaret was back on the road, her small hands on the large steering wheel, back in control... or so she thought.
From time to time Margaret glanced into the rearview mirror so check on her passengers. They were still passing around the photographs and giggling as they looked at her indiscrete pictures. She wondered why she had let Michael take those pictures. But what also disturbed her was how she reacted to touching a stranger's dick. It embarrassed her to do so, but there was another feeling that was hidden behind the humiliation -- arousal!
It wasn't that the dick was larger than Michael's. Nor was the boy overly handsome, although he did exude youthfulness. It was just that it was a new cock, and only the second one she had ever touched. It was awful for her to feel this way -- faithful to her husband for 30 years -- but she couldn't help it.
The honking of a horn brought Margaret out of her daydreaming. She had drifted into the middle lane. Shaking her head, Margaret couldn't believe she had been driving without concentrating on the road. If a ticket would have caused her trouble at work, an accident would have been tenfold worse. But luckily the blast of the horn brought her out of her dazed-like state just in time to see the rest area exit. She turned the big bus onto the off-ramp and then into the parking lot farthest from the building for large vehicles like trucks, RVs, and buses.
"Okay, this is the last stop before Syracuse, other than crossing the border, of course," Margaret announced in her official role. "You can use the washroom in the main building." Half the college kids laughed knowing that one of them would not need to. Margaret tried to ignore the insult and continued, "There are fast food restaurants and a place to eat in the building. Please be careful exiting the bus and watch for moving vehicles... and don't stray. There are 20 of you and I expect 20 back on the bus when we leave."
The passengers jumped out of their seats and filed out of the bus. It had been a long ride and the use of washrooms sounded good to them. As Margaret waited for them to exit, someone handed her something. She automatically took it only to discover it was the plastic cup filled with piss and sperm. Margaret turned a deep shade of red as the others saw her holding it, laughing as they exited the bus.
When everyone was off the bus Margaret searched frantically for the photographs, but the kids must have taken them. Needing to relieve her own bladder, poor dejected Margaret headed for the washrooms. She was about to enter the lady's room when one of the boys told her they wanted her to pee in the men's room. She objected but when they threatened her with the photos she relented.
Outside the men's room she hesitated and said, "I can't go in there. What if there are other men in there?"
"We've already checked. It's just the guys from the bus," one boy answered.
Margaret begrudgingly pushed the door open to the unfamiliar washroom and entered. The first thing that hit her was the odor. She wondered why the men's room smelled so much worse than the lady's room. The next thing Margaret noticed was that the washroom was packed with the bus passengers, even some of the girls.
"Use this one," a boy told her.
Margaret looked at him in amazement. He was pointing to a urinal.
"Are you insane!" she blurted out. "We don't pee standing up."
One of the girls giggled and then a few more people joined in.
"Well, you're gonna try or else you're gonna have to hold it 'til we get to Syracuse."
"Fine, I'll hold it."
"That's not an option," another boy almost yelled. "You'll piss here and that's that."
"It can be done," a girl offered. "You just have to pull up with your fingers to force the piss straight out."
"You know that from experience, Janet?" a boy said to the girl who had spoken."
"Shut up," she said, pushing him away from her.
"I-I can't. Please don't make me," Margaret cried.
"It's that or your daughters see the pictures. Your fingers look so wet in the pictures. I bet they don't know how slutty their mother is."
Dejected, Margaret looked around for support, but found none. She looked at the urinal and realized that at only 5'2" it would be even more difficult for her. But she didn't have a choice and stood before the porcelain object hanging from the wall and began opening her pants. She lowered the front trying to keep her ass covered, but she had to pull it down too far. Margaret knew that everyone was now able to see her panties. When Margaret used her thumbs to lower the front of her pants and panties below her pussy she saw the college kids bunching up and stretching their necks to see.
"You're going to get your pants all wet like that," the girl named Janet offered. "You better take them off."
Margaret knew the girl was right. What she was doing was embarrassing, but to have to go into the restaurant with the front of her pants wet would be worse. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the sticky floor, and knew why the men's washroom smelled so badly -- guys peed on the floor. Then she slowly pulled her pants down her legs, leaving her panties on. It didn't matter if they got wet and they offered her some modesty. When the pants were off one of the boys grabbed them from her.
"Okay, now the panties," he said.
"No, I can do it like this."
Margaret was so embarrassed standing in a men's washroom at a public rest stop off highway 401 with almost 20 college kids watching... and not wearing pants.
"Then you won't get your pants back," the boy threatened.
Margaret reached for her pants, but the boy tossed them backwards to another. She watched in panic as her pants got farther away. It would be impossible for her to get back to the bus unobserved -- the bus parking area was too far from the building. And the keys were in her pocket. Margaret realized she didn't have a choice. More embarrassed than she had ever been, Margaret pulled her panties down her legs and took them off. Like her pants, they were ripped from her hands.
"Hey, she's not bad for an old broad," one boy yelled out.
Margaret stood naked from the waist down with the college kids staring at her butt and trimmed pussy. She needed to get this ordeal over with as quickly as possible so she placed her hands on her pussy and pulled up with her fingers, pushing out her hips. The girl had told her what to do and she figured that if she could change the angle of her piss-hole it might work.
The washroom was silent as everyone waited, but nothing happened. Although Margaret needed to pee badly, she was too tense for the flow to begin. She pushed and pushed, but nothing happened. It was making her ordeal worse. Instead of getting it over with she was standing in front of a urinal holding her pussy with her hips jutted forward. All the kids were staring at her. But just when she thought it would never end, she relaxed her bladder and let the stream of piss shoot out like a fountain. Astonished, she watched the yellow liquid hit the wall over the urinal and realized she had aimed too high. Making the adjustment, her piss hit the back of the urinal and flowed into the bowl like a waterfall. The college kids began cheering as the 53 year old woman pissed and pissed and pissed. Margaret didn't realize how badly she had to go, but now that she had begun it seemed to last forever.
When the flow finally ended, a girl handed Margaret a clump of toilet paper. In front of all the college kids, she wiped her wet pussy. When she finished, her panties were handed back to her. It seemed even more embarrassing putting them on with an audience than taking them off. Then she quickly pulled her pants up and fastened them.
"Okay, time for part two," someone called out.
"Part two? What do you mean?" Margaret apprehensively asked.
"You have made us all horny," a boy said. "So you're going to have to do something about it."
"I'm not jerking you all off!" Margaret said incredulously.
"Who said anything about wanking us?" Margaret sighed with a premature relief. "We want blow-jobs."
"What?! That's going too far. I'm through playing your games."
"What about the pictures?"
"Screw the pictures. I can explain that to my daughters. It's better than what you're telling me to do."
"What about the pictures of you jerking Joey off and holding his cock while he pissed in a cup on the bus? Huh? What about those?"
"What are you talking about?" Margaret asked.
"We have it on our digital camera. Here look," the boy said holding the back of the camera towards Margaret with the LCD lit up. "Oh, that's not it. I forgot I just took a few of you pissing in the men's room. Boy these came out real good."
"You... you took pictures of me... of me doing this?"
"Yep, and on the bus too. Wait while I scroll through them. Here's a good one. We got Joey cumming in this one. Here look."
Margaret stared at the image on the camera. Sure enough they had taken pictures of her."
"Hmmmm, I bet you'd get fired over this. Jerking a boy off on your bus. And I'm sure your company would really like to know you pissed in a men's room in front of a bunch of college kids. And what about your husband? He took the other pictures, but what about the ones we took? Would your marriage stand up to that?"
Margaret fretted over everything the boy said. She would surely be fired from a job she loved. And her 30 years of blissful marriage was in jeopardy. How would Michael react? How could she explain what had happened? She was caught between the proverbial rock and hard place and couldn't find a way out.
"I guess I don't have a choice," Margaret said dejected, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "But no more pictures. I want to have the camera."
"No way," the boy with the camera said. "The pictures are in the camera. I'll tell you what. I'll take the batteries out and you can hold the batteries. I can't use the camera without batteries."
Margaret thought about it and finally relented. She'd get this over with and then go on with her life. She held out her hand and the boy removed the batteries and placed them on her palm. She clutched them in a tight fist then stuffed them in her pocket.
"I'll do it, but no one cums in my mouth."
"Aw, that's half the fun," a boy said with a chuckle and others appreciated the humor by laughing as well.
"No, I don't like that. My husband doesn't so there's no way you boys will."
"C'mon, let's begin," someone said. "Maggie, get on your knees."
Margaret couldn't believe she was doing this. She dropped to her knees in a public washroom and stared at a hard cock. It was the third hard-on she had ever seen and she was going to put it in her mouth. "Oh Michael, please forgive me," she thought, "I love you so much."
Her pained expression was ignored by the boy who pushed his cock against her lips. Margaret parted them, allowing a boy's cock -- a boy younger than her daughters -- to enter her mouth. It was only the second cock ever to pass through her lips. And she knew before this day was over there'd be a lot more.
Without taking her mouth off the boy's cock, Margaret's eyes scanned the surrounding area. Everyone had gathered around to watch the 53 year old married woman give a blow-job to a college boy in his late teens or early 20's at the most.
"Suck it!" the impatient boy said, clutching Margaret's short blonde hair and thrusting his hips forward.
Margaret gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat which made her concentrate on the task at hand. Margaret loved oral sex with her husband, but this was different. He was not her husband. Margaret grabbed the base of the boy's cock and began moving her mouth over the head. He moaned immediately and she knew he would cum soon.
"Oh god she's good," the boy grunted, trying to push more into her mouth.
Margaret had a good hold on his cock, determining how much went into her mouth. Her lips and tongue did most of the work as she sucked and licked his cock. Margaret got into the blow-job, using the technique her husband liked best. She loved oral sex... loved the feeling of the velvety flesh on her lips and tongue. She also enjoyed the way her strong husband weakened when his dick was in her mouth. Margaret had more control over him when his cock was in her mouth than at any other time. And now the boy was moaning under her oral caress. She was controlling him, not him controlling her. And it was turning her on.
"Oh shit!" the boy yelled, pulling his cock from Margaret's mouth.
The sperm splattered her cheek so Margaret cupped the spurting cock with her hand. She felt load after load blast against her palm before dripping down her arm. She didn't know what to do so she just held it like that, shielding herself. Finally, the boy stopped cumming.
"Why'd you do that?" Margaret complained, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand.
"You said not to cum in your mouth," the boy explained.
"Well, the rest of you use a tissue or something," Margaret said, looking at the sperm on her palm and forearm.
"Here," a girl said, handing Margaret a paper towel.
Margaret wiped up the best she could until another hard cock was facing her. She dropped the towel to the floor and gobbled up the second cock. She noticed it felt the same, yet different. When that boy erupted, he held a paper towel over his cock and filled it with sperm.
One after another, a troop of college boys lined up in front of the kneeling 53 year old woman, shoving their cocks in her face. Her knees were beginning to hurt and her mouth was tired. She never thought her jaw would ache from giving a blow-job, but she never dreamed of sucking more than one cock.
"Hey, what's going on in here?!"
Margaret actually clamped down on the cock in her mouth when she heard the screaming voice. The boy pulled back in pain, leaving Margaret on her knees. A truck driver had come in to use the washroom.
"Giving away freebies?" the truck driver said when he saw Margaret on her knees and the boy's cock protruding from his pants, a string of saliva hanging from the head. "Okay, I'm up for a blow-job," he said, pulling his cock from his pants.
"No, you don't understand," Margaret tried to explain.
"Look lady, you give me what you're giving them and I don't call the police. I think they have a special cell in the Kingston jail for women like you. Now suck my cock and no one goes to jail."
Margaret was living a nightmare, but she didn't know how to get out of it. When the truck driver pushed his cock against her lips she parted them, taking him in her mouth. The man was much longer and thicker than the boys she had sucked off so far so she really had to concentrate on not gagging. Margaret clutched his cock with her hand like she had done with the others to control its depth and sucked. But unlike the college boys, the man wasn't cumming quickly. She worked her mouth more vigorously and began jerking him off at the same time. Trying to get the truck driver to orgasm, she occasionally pulled her mouth off his cock and twisted her fist on the wet cock-head before stuffing it back inside her mouth. To the youngsters, she looked like a real pro, several of the college girls studying of her technique.
The truck driver clutched her hair in his fingers and began jerking his hips. Margaret thought he was trying to get more of his cock into her mouth and panicked. She couldn't take any more without choking. Margaret kept his cock in her fist and prayed he'd cum soon. But you should always be careful of what you wish for. Without warning, the truck driver filled her mouth with his hot, salty sperm.
Margaret tried to pull free, but the man held onto her hair tightly. She felt his slimy substance spray inside her mouth, and then had a choice. She could let it flow out of her mouth, but then it would surely stain her clothes. The other option was to swallow his sperm. Margaret only had a split second to make her decision and soon she was gulping down the man's semen. When the truck driver had stopped cumming, he released his hold on Margaret's hair and backed away.
"Why'd you cum in my mouth?" she said, sputtering, a little cum on her bottom lip.
"Lady, that's the only way to give a blow-job. By the way, you're not bad."
With Margaret on her knees and her mouth open in shock, the man turned and made his way through the crowd of college students. He walked up to a urinal and soon they heard the familiar sounds of piss hitting porcelain. When he left without flushing, Margaret realized another reason why the men's washroom smelled so badly.
When the shock of what had happened wore off, the boy who was getting a blow-job when the truck driver disturbed them asked for Margaret to finish. He was soft by now so she had to suck him to hardness before bringing him off. To her dismay, the boy grabbed her hair like the truck driver had and came in her mouth.
"You weren't supposed to do that," Margaret said after swallowing the boy's sperm.
"He did, so why not me?" he answered defensively.
After that, Margaret sucked off the remaining five boys, all of which came in her mouth. After a while she stopped complaining and just wanted to get it over with. She also suspected that one of the boys came back for seconds. She couldn't be sure, but he lasted so much longer. By the time she was done, some of the kids had to help her stand up -- her knees were so stiff. She looked down and her pants around her knees were darker, soiled from the washroom floor.
"Hey, let's get something to eat," someone shouted out.
While the college kids filed out of the washroom, Margaret made her way to the sink on shaky legs. She splashed water on her face and into her mouth, swooshing it around before spitting. By the time she had finished, the men's room was empty. She quickly ran out, not stopping until she was in the bus. Cupping her face in her hands, Margaret wondered what was going to happen next.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
