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My mind is racing the whole way to coat check. My legs are moving but I'm not controlling them. I hand her the cash you gave me and take my coat and scarf from her. Then, I turn in the direction of the bathroom. All I can think about is what you're doing at this very moment. Maybe finishing amour angels photo the last few sips of wine, watching the people in the restaurant as they pass by? Or are they watching you? I draw on your strength for courage and walk into the restroom. I find a reasonably large stall, remove my clothes, fold them neatly, and put them in my bag. Then, i put on my coat and scarf. The inner lining of the coat is chilly against my bare skin but the cashmere of the scarf pure nude gallery is already warming me. i take a deep breath as I check myself in the mirror, bending over to see if anything shows. It most certainly does. I make a mental note to be careful when sitting down from this point on. I reapply some lipstick, dab, and head for the sidewalk outside as you aske



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Then, there's the wine. I think it was a pinot. You know, after two glasses, I still couldn't tell you what it was. I prefer beer but I could tell you wanted me to try something new and I'm perfectly happy to oblige. It paired wel



As I put my arm back at my side from checking my watch, a man approaches me–tall, thick, and slightly grimy in a leather jacket with far too much gel in his hair. He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me close. I nearly gag on the overwhelming smell of whiskey and cigarettes on his breath. for the first time, I felt true fear and maybe even a little excitement at a man's touch. He went to pull my coat open as I remembered: I'm not wearing anything underneath. Panic starts to rise and I can see in his eyes, that's exactly what he wanted. He undoes two buttons on my coat. Only he can see my breasts underneath. I stop breathing as I feel my nipples come to sharp peaks and my pussy dampen against my clenched thigh



When I get there, you're no where to be found. Surely, you can't still be paying the bill. I wonder to myself if you're just testing me so I stand, in the cold, with just one layer to protect me. I can feel the damp air blowing underneath my coat , but instead of chilling, it warms my pussy. I check my watch, 9:32 p.m. Surely it won't take you much longer. I'll just wait and watch as people go about their lives. There are a few couples that pass, most holding hands, one or two that are clearly in the thralls of an argument. It's endlessly entertaining. I check my watch again to see it's now 9:47. What could you possibly be doing? I consider turning and walking back into the restaurant but you specifically told me to wait here. In the end, it's 9:52 and I decide to wai



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