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I could feel the back of my dress riding up over my butt and nearly to my waist. I pretended to be having difficulty with the hand brake and stayed like that for what seemed like 10 minutes, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds. I heard the wolf-whistle again and remembered that the mechanic in the pit was right behind me as well. That was at least two of them that were getting a great view of my ass and pussy. The juices were flowing again. When I stood up my mechanic had a big grin on his face, but very professionally told me that I could wait until the job was done in the waiting room at the end of the workshop. I thanked him and walked towards the waiting room. As I was walking along the side of the workshop I passed a hole in the wall as a young mechanic was walking out of it carrying an open bottle of something. I didn’t see him straight away and he wasn’t concentrating on where he was going and we collided. Part of the contents of the bottle splashed right down the front of my dress. As the lad backed away from me I could see that most of the liquid had splashed down him. “That’s acid” the lad said and shouted “Pete, I’ve spilt some acid on a customer.” Pete was quick off the mark and was there in seconds. He took one look at us and said, “quick, clothes off and into the shower, that acid will burn your skin.” It was then that I started to feel a tingling round the wet area of my stomach. I guessed that he wasn’t joking. What else could I do, not wanting to pull the dress over my head I pulled it off my shoulders and wriggled out of it. There I was naked in the middle with of a garage full of mechanics and a couple of customers, but I wasn’t really boy worried about Fucking that, it was the tingling on my stomach that was getting to be a slight burning feeling. Meanwhile the young mechanic had just about got his overalls off and was in the process of dropping his trousers. At the same time Pete was pulling his sweatshirt off. Within seconds he was down to his boxers and Pete was leading us to the shower which was in the toilet area at the other end of the workshop. As we were running down the workshop I noticed that everyone had stopped whatever they were doing and were watching us. Before I knew it we were both in the shower getting a real good soaking. Pete said, “stay in there for 10 full minutes, both of you, and let the water wash over the area that got the call acid on.” Pete left us to stand there facing each other. After I cum had collected my thoughts I asked the lad what his name was. It was Darren. I said, “Darren, you should really take those off (pointing to the boxers), you should let the water get straight onto your skin.” At first Darren didn’t seem too keen to take his boxer shorts off but then he did saying “yes, I suppose you’re right.” We both stood there, two total indian strangers, naked and inches apart with the shower pouring water down our fronts. After a couple of minutes I was feeling okay and I guess that Darren was too because he was starting to get an erection. I saw it as we both looked each other up and down. I then felt it as it started to rise and touch my right thigh just below my pussy. “Did I forget to mention Fucking Kerry was my male PA? I find boy male PA’s are far more reliable and less emotional than female cum ones,” Lori tells me as my surprise is obvious. Slowly, the shy girl began to pirouette. Shauna slowly ran her hands over indian her jizz covered body. “Lover?” Mom purred, her hand playing with my cock trapped in my jeans. He let her lead the way, she nibbled at his lip then slid her body up so she was on his belly, call she leaned forward, she wanted him to suck her nipples. “Oh, wow, you're good at that,” she said. It took me a few minutes to respond back. On the screen in front of her, three naked humans cavorted in crude but somehow fascinating sexplay. ‘Do you want me to touch your pussy?’ with They took a table, got some drinks and watched the show.