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Date: Thu,  2 Oct 2003 16:10:10 -0400
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The Pub Game (A Dawn story)
by Daphne Conrad

Author's note:
This takes place after the events described in 'Making new connections', 
which in turn take place after the summer vacation described in 'A New Dawn' 
Chapters 1-6.

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We settled into a pattern over the next few weeks. Every Friday our 
housemate, Paul, would go away and Alex and I would spend the night watching 
pornography, masturbating and making love. During the day on Saturday I 
would wear skimpy clothes, or less, around the house, or we might drive off 
somewhere for me to be a little more public with my exhibitionism. I had to 
make sure we didn't go into town as I didn't want to meet anyone I knew from 
university. And on Saturday night we would go next door and have a meal with 
Alfred and Gladys. I would wear some sexy outfit from the box she had given 
me. We would spend the first part of the evening often just talking about 
this, the way it revealed my body and so on. Later on we would talk about 
more general things and I would forget that I was there on display. They 
became quite close friends. I told them a couple of my stories from my 
summer vacation, which made Gladys laugh and Alfred shake his head in mock 
dismay. I was quite happy, in its own way it resembled a conventional 
set-up.
It was one such Saturday when I first met Vic. I was wearing a loose 
see-through blouse that I had unbuttoned all the way to the bottom button. 
When I bent over to give Alfred some tea he had a clear view of my naked 
breasts and his hand trembled as he took a biscuit. I was also wearing a 
very short, flared skirt with no knickers so when I gave a drink to Alex, 
Alfred got a good view of my naked bum too. This was all part of the silent 
agreement we had. I would flash and exhibit myself to them and they wouldn't 
touch me, although Gladys in particular liked to discuss it. "Ooh, I really 
like the way your boobs push out in that," she would say, or, "make sure 
Alfred gets a good eyeful when you give him this."
She was busy making dinner and I was sitting next to Alfred, so he had a 
good side view of my breasts as the blouse opened out. This was actually the 
first time I had worn something that gave them a clear view of my breasts, 
so I was quite exhilarated. There was a knock at the door. I covered myself 
up, but before anyone could move a tall, skinny man was in the lounge, 
having opened the door himself. He was slightly younger than Alfred, but 
still in his fifties. He had ferrety features and deep-set eyes. He didn't 
look at all trustworthy.
"Hello!" he called as he came swaggering into the room. Then he saw me and 
stopped. His immediate attention was taken by my legs which stretched out 
before me and which the microskirt hid almost nothing of. Then he noticed my 
top and how much of it was undone and the flesh on view. He then leered at 
me knowingly. I felt a bit repulsed by him.
"And who might you be?" he asked patronisingly.
Gladys had come out of the kitchen. She was flustered, "oh, err, this is 
Dawn and Alex. They're students. From next door. Popped in to say hello."
I could see she was embarrassed and also worried about what he might say to 
all their friends.
"Aye, aye," he winked at Alfred. "You didn't mention her Alfred. No wonder 
you've had a smile on your face down the club. Pleased to meet you Dawn, I'm 
Vic." He offered me his hand, which I shook reluctantly. He ignored Alex 
completely, but that didn't seem to bother Alex. He seemed to be quite 
enjoying everyone else's awkwardness and was grinning happily.
"I just popped around to see if you were coming down the club later. But I 
guess not. Busy I suppose," he said eyeing me up and down. I wanted to run 
out, but I couldn't give him the satisfaction of squirming, so I sat still, 
trying to be relaxed.
Just then a woman entered. She didn't say anything, but looked at me and her 
eyes widened momentarily. She then disappeared behind Vic.
"Come on love, Alfred and Gladys are entertaining their young guests 
tonight." Everything he said seemed to have lewd connotations.
"I'll see you out," Gladys said. "We'll see you on Tuesday."
We all stood and followed her out. In the crowded hallway, as Gladys was 
saying goodbye to Vic's wife, I felt a hand go up my skirt. I turned my head 
to Alfred, startled, before I realised Vic had managed to get behind me and 
was now mauling my bum, while his wife was talking to Gladys no more than 
three feet away. I stiffened as his hand groped my naked bottom, and then 
slid quickly between my legs to just touch my pussy. I clamped my legs 
together hard and he tugged his hand away.
"Nice meeting you," he said, as they left.
Back inside the lounge I told everyone what had happened. Alex, being the 
little pervert he is, thought it was great and I could see he was excited by 
the thought of me being touched up while surrounded by everyone. I must 
admit I half shared his excitement, while also feeling somewhat degraded.
"Oh, he is a one alright," Gladys said. "Always after the ladies he is. When 
I was a bit younger he used to come onto me all the time. You might not 
believe it now but I used to be a bit of a looker." She preened her permed, 
bleached hair at this point. "And I had a figure as well. Not quite as good 
as yours Dawn, but the fellas used to be after me."
"I bet they did Gladys. How did that make you feel Alfred?"
"Oh, aye, they were always after her. Especially that Vic. I didn't mind 
though. I trusted her. It's nice to have a lady that other men admire - 
isn't that so Alex?"
"Oh yes. Did you wear stuff like Dawn then Gladys?"
This elicited one of her trademark cackles, "ooh no love. I would have been 
arrested if I'd worn stuff like that back then. I wouldn't have minded 
though, think of all the attention I could have had eh?"
"Would you have liked it Albert?"
"Aye, would have been fun like."
"Well it's never too late," I teased her.
"I don't think anyone wants to see my saggy boobs, love. They reach down to 
my waist now. No, showing yourself off is a young person's game. You enjoy 
it while you can, all too soon you'll be covering yourself up, not exposing 
yourself."
"So, that Vic is a bit of lady chaser is he? I can't imagine he gets much 
success."
"I don't know," Albert said, lighting one of his roll-up cigarettes. "It's 
all about trying. If you keep on asking you'll get lucky occasionally. I 
remember a few years back, at Ruby's wedding. There was this young barmaid 
there, about your age. Pretty she was. He was all over her, pestering her 
all night. She kept giving him the brush off and we all thought he had no 
chance. Late in the evening I went out the back for a breath of fresh air, 
and I heard this zipping sound. I ducked down behind a car and I could see 
them at the back of the car park. She was on her knees, sucking his, you 
know, knob. Then he pulled her top off. She had luscious tits all big and 
white in the moonlight. He lifted up her skirt and shagged her from behind 
over some bins. I could see his bony bum going in and out and she was 
gripping the bins, crying with pleasure. So you see, you never can tell."
This was the most I had ever heard Alfred say. Gladys looked a bit shocked. 
"You never told me that Alfred," she said, stony-faced.
He blushed, "well, I weren't proud of having spied on them like. I felt kind 
of grubby afterwards."
I patted his knee, "don't feel grubby Alfred. If they were doing it there I 
can tell you they wanted to be seen. I wouldn't mind betting they knew you 
were there."
"My God, do you think so? I never thought of that. Oh, dear." He looked 
ashamed.
Gladys took pity on him, "don't worry love. I would have done the same. You 
should have told me. It's a good story, isn't it you two?"
"Oh yes," Alex said. "I want to hear more about this girl's tits."
"Alex! Do you think about nothing else?" I scolded him. The others laughed.
We passed the rest of the evening pleasantly, and when we went to leave 
Alfred gave my bum a light pat.

It was over a week later that I was walking around town, feeling really 
depressed. I had no money and Christmas was approaching. Everyone else was 
going out but I had used up all my allowance and needed to buy some clothes. 
I was depressing myself further by looking in the shop windows at things I 
couldn't afford.
"Hello Dawn."
I recognised the voice immediately, it was Vic. He had a friend with him, a 
short, unshaven man in his mid-twenties, who grinned incessantly.
"This is Dawn, that bird I was telling you about. This is my mate Steve."
"Hello Steve," I said, bored.
He was staring at my chest, but I was wearing my sensible clothes - a knee 
length suede jacket, jumper and long skirt. Vic had obviously told him what 
I had been wearing and he seemed to think that if he looked hard enough he 
could transform my clothes.
"What's the matter darling? You look right pissed off."
I knew I shouldn't respond, but I was feeling sorry for myself. "Oh, I'm 
just down. Skint and what with Christmas..."
"Ah, poor love. Here, let us buy you a drink. That'll cheer you up won't 
it?"
Again, I knew I shouldn't, but I hadn't had a drink for a while, I'd been so 
poor. "Okay, just one," I said.
Steve beamed at me. We went into a dark pub I hadn't been in to before. Vic 
said hello to the landlord and we sat at a table that was around a corner. 
The pub was done out in a rustic theme, with lots of exposed brickwork. The 
table we were at had a wall to the side, and then the two outer walls, so it 
was in a little alcove.
"What you drinking?"
I ordered a pint, which they raised their eyebrows at. In their generation 
women didn't drink pints. I must admit the lager tasted good, and I drank it 
quite quickly. We talked quite easily, about my course, how I was finding 
Birmingham, how long I'd known Alfred and Gladys and so on. Vic seemed to 
being making an effort to be restrained and didn't make any suggestive 
comments during this conversation. Steve got a second round of drinks in.
We drank these and Vic got another round in. Halfway through these drinks he 
said, "so, you're skint are you? That must be pissing you off."
"It is, I keep wanting to buy clothes or go out, but I can't. I work behind 
the bar at the Uni sometimes, but it isn't enough."
"Tell you what. Steve and I like a game of cards. Do you play rummy?"
"Yes, my mum plays a lot."
"Good," he pulled his seat forward with interest. "How about playing for 
money? Usual rules, aces low, picture cards worth 10 points, double the 
score on going rummy. We play for negative points, game over when one player 
gets to 200 points."
I was good at rummy, so I was interested. "But I haven't got any money. 
That's the point. I'm not going to give you IOUs."
"True," he rubbed his chin as if thinking and I knew he had planned this 
since we came in. Then, as if the idea had just occurred to him, "how about 
you sell us your clothes? Every item is worth twenty five points. We will 
give you 50p for every one of our points. That's not bad is it? You could go 
home with a lot of cash."
I smiled, "I think I'd better be going." I stood up, but he pulled me down.
"Okay, sorry Dawn. Look, here's a tenner, get some more drinks in."
While I was at the bar, the two of them were whispering feverishly.
I sat down and Vic said, "okay Dawn, I've had a chat with Steve. What about 
if we go a pound for each of our points? But your socks count as one item, 
not two."
I started to protest that it wasn't the money that was the issue, but then I 
stopped. All I had to do was get one of them to go over 200 points, then I'd 
keep the money. I had a few items of clothing to spare. It seemed a 
reasonable gamble, but even as I thought this I knew this decision was 
blurred by alcohol. I told them I would think about while I was in the 
toilet, which meant `yes' to them.
"Have you got that cash on you?" I asked when I came back.
"Yep," this was Steve. He showed me a wad of twenty pound notes inside his 
jacket pocket. "Just won it on the nags."
"Okay," I said, and almost instantly a hand of seven cards appeared in front 
of me. Steve won the first hand, but I kept my score to 13. Vic had gambled 
with some high cards and had a score of twenty six. He wrote the scores 
down.
"I want to see the money," I insisted. "Otherwise you too might make off 
with it."
"Okay, but don't let Harry see it, we're not supposed to gamble in here." He 
peeled off a twenty, "we'll just keep it to the last twenty for now, is that 
okay, rather than having coins and stuff."
He handed it to me, and I sat on it. It was great to feel some money again. 
The next round I won, but the other two didn't score highly. Steve won again 
on the next hand, and my score was up to twenty four. The realisation that I 
would have to give up an item of clothing next hit me then.
"I'll need to keep some pieces," I said.
"Sure. How about your shoes and jacket? Take them off and put them to one 
side. Then we know where we are."
I did this, but wasn't really paying attention to the hand so I lost quite 
badly, my score jumping to 42.
"Time for item number one. I don't suppose you're starting with that skirt 
are you?" He was rubbing his hands at this point.
"No, I don't think so. Here have my socks."
He pretended to be disgusted by their smell. Steve got some more drinks in 
at this point, and they both smoked before we dealt the next hand. I won the 
next two hands and was now sitting on eighty pounds. Vic won the next hand, 
pushing my score to 62, which meant another piece of clothing. I decided on 
my jumper, as I had a shirt on underneath, but I was sad to see it go. They 
both concentrated on my chest again, but it was a modest shirt and I was 
wearing one of my flattening, rather than enhancing bras. Actually I think 
this may have excited them more, as it made the anticipation that much 
greater. Considering I was sitting there wearing a conservative long skirt 
and blouse, both of them had very prominent lumps in their trousers.
Vic won again, taking my score to 73. But Steve had lost heavily and was on 
95 now, which, combined with Vic's score meant I now had 160 pounds. I lost 
again, which meant I now had to surrender my first serious piece of 
clothing.
"What's it going to be Dawn?"
"Your blouse," Steve said hopefully.
"No, that skirt, I want to see that hot little arse of yours."
"Steady on, you two. My knickers I think. I'll go to the toilet to take them 
off."
"Oh no, you don't. They come off here. You might cheat."
I shrugged, stood up and reaching underneath my skirt pulled down my 
knickers, which Vic snatched off me gleefully. He waved them in the air, 
before I yanked his hand down. He stuffed them in a plastic carrier bag, 
along with the other items I had given him.
I won again, which took Steve up to 130 points. He was getting nearer the 
magic 200 mark when I could take all my winnings home, which were now 
mounting up enough to lean me to one side as I sat on them. With that money 
I could buy some new clothes, or have a few nights out. I must have been 
thinking about this too much. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and 
lost two hands rapidly, taking my score to 105. I now had a difficult choice 
to make. Only my skirt, bra and blouse remained. I couldn't focus long 
enough to make the decision and Vic got impatient with me.
"Decide, or I'll just rip your blouse off," he said.
"Okay, my bra then." I turned my back to Vic, which gave Steve a good view 
as he was on the other side of me. I turned back to Vic and he was staring 
eagerly. Eventually I knelt on the seat, facing the wall so my back was to 
both of them. I undid my blouse sufficiently to unclip the bra and to allow 
myself to free one arm. I then pulled the bra through the sleeve of the 
other arm. They looked disappointed I hadn't taken the blouse off to get to 
the bra, but their smiles returned when they saw my nipples pushing against 
the material of my shirt.
"You could hang your coat on those," Vic observed.
I blushed, hunching over. I gave him my bra and he whooped.
"This calls for a drink," he said waving it in the air. "You've got cash now 
Dawn, so I think you can get them in."
I got up and only then realised I was quite drunk already. I steadied myself 
and went to the toilet and then headed to the bar. I had forgotten I didn't 
have my bra on, and wondered why the barman was grinning at me as he served 
my drinks. When I looked down the condensation from the glass had moistened 
my blouse, making the material almost transparent over one nipple. I hurried 
back to the table.
"I don't want to carry on," I said, realising that my next item would leave 
me topless or bottomless.
"Oh no," said Vic. "We agreed the rules."
"You can't keep me here," I said defiantly.
"No, course not. Okay, you can go, but we keep your clothes and the money if 
you bail out now."
That was a tough decision. Steve had 152 points and Vic was on 112. A couple 
of more defeats and Steve could break the 200 barrier, signalling the end of 
the game. If I went home now I had lost some clothes and the money. I just 
needed to play carefully, that was all.
"Okay, we'll carry on."
The barman suddenly appeared from behind the wall and was standing next to 
our table. "What's going on here Vic? You're not gambling again. I told you 
I could lose my licence for that." He looked at me all the time he said 
this.
"Just having a friendly game Harry. This is our friend Dawn. You're enjoying 
yourself aren't you Dawn? Perhaps if you ask Harry, he'll let us carry on." 
He winked at me.
I certainly didn't want to lose the money and my clothes, so I put on a big 
smile and pleaded. "Oh, go on Harry, just a few hands more, then we'll 
finish, I promise."
He grunted, "alright then, but if I give you a shout, pack away quickly."
"Will do Harry," Vic patted him on the back, and nodded towards me 
meaningfully. Harry gave him a knowing smirk in return, but I was too drunk 
to interpret it.
I won the next hand and Vic the one after that, bringing me to 122 and Steve 
on 176. I realised Steve could go out on the next round. I was dealt a good 
hand with a set already in it. I decided against melding, hoping to go out 
in a rummy, which was a stupid decision when I didn't need to double 
anyone's score. I was one card away from this when Steve went out. I had 25 
in my hand, taking me to 147. I groaned and Vic rubbed his thighs excitedly.
"What do you fancy Steve? Bush or tits?"
"Oh, I'm a tits man."
"Oh, I fancy seeing that lovely bush myself. I bet it's all red, like her 
hair."
How had I got myself into this? I thought about running out, then I realised 
that when I was at the bar Vic had put my coat and shoes next to him, so I 
would have to leave them behind. Besides I was sitting along the back, so 
Vic and Steve blocked my exit on either side. I took a long gulp of my 
drink. They didn't hurry me this time. I decided on the skirt as I could 
hide my lower half under the table. Without saying anything I stood up, 
undid the side zip and slid it down. I sat down quickly and handed the skirt 
to Vic, who stuffed it in the bag. Steve reached out to touch my thigh and I 
slapped his hand viciously.
"That isn't part of the deal!"
He pulled it away and started dealing again. They both spent most of the 
next round staring at my pussy, which I tried to pull my blouse down to 
cover. This distracted them and I won, putting Steve on 189. He was playing 
very conservatively now, laying off as soon as he could and collecting only 
low cards. Even so the next hand he lost would surely finish him off.
This obviously galvanised him, being a tits man he didn't want to miss out 
on seeing the prize and he won the next hand. It was time to remove my last 
piece of clothing. I was resigned to it now. I was going to be naked in a 
pub. I undid my buttons and took it off, trying to be as nonchalant as I 
could manage.
"Wow. Some tits Dawn," Steve's hand reached out again, then stopped in mid 
air and fell to the table.
"They are truly great tits. Hey, Steve, get Dawn a drink."
When Steve returned Harry was with him. He grinned at my naked form, as I 
tried to cover myself up.
"Well, well. You've not been playing with money have you, love? Now, I'm 
afraid Vic probably didn't explain, but it's customary for the house to get 
a cut of the winnings."
"What, you want some of my clothes?" I asked stupidly.
"Not exactly," he said and unzipped his trousers. I looked at Vic, who 
shrugged helplessly.
Harry presented his semi-flaccid penis to me. I stared at it for a while, 
struggling to focus. Then I stroked it with my hand and it twitched into 
full erection. I wouldn't say I was keen to suck it, but being in a rather 
drunken state and having stripped naked in a pub, I wasn't reluctant either. 
It just seemed like something that had to be done. I took it in my mouth and 
slowly worked my lips up and down it. He stroked my hair with his chubby 
fingers. It slurped as it popped from my mouth and I then took it back in 
deeper, stroking his balls as I sucked it harder. He moaned and I felt 
someone groping my breasts as I leant forward and they swung out. I was 
wanking him too now and I felt his balls tighten. Even in my drunkenness I 
didn't want him to shoot in my mouth so I pulled him out, hoping to get it 
in a napkin, but it splashed all over my tits instead. A big gloop of 
treacly semen hung from one nipple.
"Ahhh," he gasped, as if he had just taken a long drink on a hot day. 
"That's better. Cheers love. Hurry up and finish your game now though."
He walked off. I went to clean the cum off my tits, but Steve stopped me. 
"Please, leave it there. It looks great."
My head was spinning now. "I guess the game is over now anyway. Can I have 
my coat?"
"What do you mean - over? First one to 200 remember?"
"But I haven't got any more clothes to give up."
"Well you can either give us your jacket and shoes. Or you can find other 
ways to pay the winner. Otherwise it's leave now with nothing."
"But.." He held up his hand to signal the end of any protest. I knew exactly 
what he meant by other ways to pay, and there was no way I could walk home 
without my coat or shoes. I just needed to make sure Steve didn't win the 
next round, then he would surely go out.
Vic won, but Steve managed to only add two to his score. I was on 166. 
Surely the next round would see the end of Steve.
Steve won.
I went onto 176. I turned to him and gave him an enquiring look.
"I'll have a wank please and a fondle of those tits," as if he was a boy 
ordering from an ice cream van. He sidled next to me and groped my breasts 
amateurishly, rubbing in Harry's semen. He took his cock out and while he 
groped me I masturbated him with disinterest. He was truly a tit man, as 
simply fondling me was enough to have him soon squirting his load. This time 
I was ready and wrapped a napkin around his cock as he came, catching most 
of it.
"Thanks darling," he said, pecking me on the cheek.
As Steve put his cock away Harry came over with three more drinks. "On the 
house," he said.
We played another hand, which Steve won again. His wank had obviously 
sobered him up, while Vic and I were still operating in a fog. Vic was on 
185 now and I was on 190. The next hand would finish it.
I lost, as I knew I would. Vic won and he put his hand on my thigh.
"I want a fuck Dawn," he said seriously.
"Not here, surely?" I asked.
Even Steve said, "you can't Vic. Not in the pub."
"I can and I will. We can keep it quiet." He pulled down his trousers and 
pants. His cock sprang up eagerly, as if it still belonged to a teenager.
"But if you really don't want one, just say Dawn. Are you saying you don't 
want a fuck right now?"
His hand was on my upper thigh. It was all too much, I had reached this 
stage I couldn't simply just pick up my money and go. I did want a fuck, and 
by now it didn't really matter who with.
"I'm waiting," he said.
"Yes, I want a fuck," I said firmly.
I had barely finished speaking and his hand had parted my legs and his 
fingers were slipping into my wet pussy.
"You really do want one don't you Dawn? You're soaking. Have a feel Steve."
His friend slid over and put his fingers inside me also. The two of them 
were sliding their fingers up and down my pussy walls now.
"Are you going to fuck me or examine me?"
"Hoohoo," he snorted and pulled me onto his lap. With my back to him I slid 
down onto his lap. His thin penis slipped easily inside me and his hands 
came around to grab my breasts. I bounced up and down, trying to keep quiet. 
But sex has its own set of sounds and I knew Vic's grunting, the creaking 
furniture and slurping sounds would alert someone soon, but equally I 
couldn't stop. To my relief some loud music came on. Harry then appeared, 
smiling.
He and Steve stood there, silently rubbing their cocks through their 
trousers as I closed my eyes and tried to get to climax as quickly as 
possible. I didn't want a long fuck, I just needed to come. But with all the 
drink I couldn't maintain a level of excitement for long enough. Then Alfred 
was clamping onto my tits and pulling me down onto his lap as he pushed 
himself off the seat and shot his load into me.
This was terrible, I was caught on the plateau between orgasm and fading 
away. I was absolutely desperate. I quickly grabbed Harry and fumbled at his 
trousers, mumbling incoherently like a starving woman finding a source of 
food. For the second time that day my fingers wrapped around his thick 
member. I climbed off Vic and kneeling on the seat I offered Harry my 
backside. He was rather confused so I pulled him into me and stuffed his 
cock into my pussy. He rocked back and forward and I tried to urge him on by 
thrusting myself back on him. Finally as he increased his rhythm I could 
feel my orgasm building. I wasn't sure how I was going to manage to keep 
quiet when it arrived. We were now moving back and forwards in time to the 
beat of the loud music. I was feeling dizzy and a little sick, but I knew I 
had to come. Once I had done that everything would be alright.
And then with a long moan Harry came as well, just before I had managed to. 
I couldn't believe it. I was almost delirious by now. I was also furious. 
Could none of these men hold it long enough to allow me to come? I climbed 
on to the table and angrily pulled Steve toward me. His cock was already 
out, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I pushed his 
head onto my tits, which he sucked at hungrily, probably forgetting that 
they were coated in Harry's cum.
"Don't you dare come before me," I hissed in his ear.
The music continued to pump on, Steve drove into me, I pulled him into me 
with my legs. And then I was coming. At last, it was such a feeling of 
relief.
I couldn't help it - I let a long wail. Steve was coming too, slobbering on 
my tits as he did so. The music suddenly stopped and in the silent pub the 
only sound was me screaming "I'm coming!".
Hearing chairs scrape as people stood up to come and have a look, I pushed 
Steve off, grabbed my money, jacket and shoes and ran from the pub, putting 
my coat on as I went. I ran past two startled old ladies, a man who had 
dropped his paper and a father and son. Out in the street I went into a side 
alley and put my shoes on.
I walked as fast as I could wearing just a jacket. I think it must have been 
obvious I wasn't wearing anything underneath as lots of people looked at me. 
I saw my reflection in a shop window and realised how drunk and dishevelled 
I looked. They probably thought I was mad. Fearing I would see someone I 
knew I hailed a taxi and went home.
Alex was watching TV when I came in. I was still drunk and bashed against 
the wall as I entered. He looked at me, concerned. I undid my jacket and let 
it fall to the floor, standing there naked.
"My God Dawn, what happened?"
I giggled, "I've got cum from three men in my pussy, cum on my tits, no 
clothes and nearly four hundred quid in my pocket. Alex, it's been a hell of 
day."
"Oh, Dawn," he said and pulled me to him.

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