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I felt her hand pull mine up and lay it on her breast, which I began to squeeze and rub. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pulling an... twisting it. Her breathing became deeper and more rapid as I did, and her tongue went into my mouth searching for mine. I moved my hand down to find the hem of her t-shirt, went under and up to caress her breast directly. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Suck my tits. Please suck my tits.” I lifted her t-shirt over her head, put my hand back on her breast. I instantly went to help him up. I said“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. I hope I haven’t hurt you. Please let me help you, Sir.’ He looked at me rather strangely but took my hand and got up. He looked rather shaken so I said, “Sir, let me buy you a cup of coffee as a small recompense for the damage I have done”He nodded and I took him to a better-class café in Martin Place where we had service and privacy. We sat next to each other in a little cubicle and when the coffee came we started talking.. More

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