I'm going to a hot party in Normandy. I'm dressed accordingly: short pleated skirt flush with the buttocks. Small low-cut bodysuit leaving my chest and 15 cm heels largely visible, which made me weak. It's hot at the end of the afternoon and the highway is fluid. I am a few kilometers from the place of destination, when an urge to urinate which began to manifest itself, becomes urgent and at a certain moment, unbearable...I advise the first rest area and I stop there. Nobody. It's desert. The need is unbearable and I rush to the first toilets… They are urinals… Too bad, I say to myself, I'm alone… I free myself and barely have I readjusted myself when two men enter the toilets. They have their hand resting on their fly. I'm surprised, embarrassed, I wonder how they can already be there because there was no one there and I acted quickly... But they don't give me time to think... They guessed me, and indulge in jokes one imagines while complimenting me. I try to get out saying I'm in a hurry, but they move closer and closer. Without violence they let their hands go astray. I resist a little, but I am both fearful and curious. When they ask me for a treat, I don't answer, and they grow bolder. One, behind me, caresses my buttocks and has no trouble pulling the thong aside to run his fingers over my pussy…he took out a device that I feel hard and thick and ballad it with one hand while the another makes room for it. I let myself go…I have no choice, I tell myself. I also have the example of strangers and that excites me. I hardly have time to think. The other, in front of me, takes my neck and while stroking my very accessible breasts, he takes my lips. His kiss is hot and deep. I give it back to him and I swoon…. I let myself go…I have no choice, I tell myself. I also have the example of strangers and that excites me. I hardly ...

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