Struggling to breath as Miles choked her, fingering her kitty while at it, Miss Emily started to grind her waist to the rhythm of his fingers, her previous unwillingness and bitter indignation vanquished by lustful needs.
Now who was being blackmailed?
Meanwhile, in the next stall, the opposite from what she had come in to do, Mrs Laurent found herself covering her own mouth as she listened to the sound of various movements coming from the next stall.
What more, her maxi skirt had been raised as she inserted one hand between her thighs, imagining the scene next stall with a never felt before thrill.
"Mmmmm."
After repeated thrust of his finger, Miss Emily gave in and froze from shock, then started quivering non-stop with her eyes rolled backward like an epileptic patient.
Her body was only able to support itself due to Miles choking grip around her neck, dominantly locking her in his embrace.
