I was feeling a little like the meat in a very pleasant sandwich. But Molly was as trapped as was I, and there was no way I was going to let that opportunity go by. I turned, putting my back to the man, my bra pressed against Molly's bare breasts. The man had managed to loosen her dress, and I simply slipped my fingers into the fabric and pulled apart. The purple wrap dress joined my skirt and blouse on the bar. Molly, in that body stocking, was breathtaking. She was right in front of me, face to face, and I was overcome by her beauty. The man was pressed behind me, his bulging manhood pressing on my bare rear. I felt his fingers trace along the skin of my back, to my brastrap...

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?