Most of these stories are standalone, so you don't have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pt 16.
---
My phone beeped. I wandered over to check it. It was Sue.
"You up?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"I'm at the bar again with Dave. He's watching the football, but the old guy from last time just came in"
Oh, I remembered him taking pictures of her. I wondered why she was telling me this, when she could just leave if she was bothered.
"Do you want to play?"
"Maybe. What do you have in mind?"
OK, let's do this again.
"Invite him to the men's room again"
"I could do that. Let me try"
After a few minutes, I got a picture of the two of them in the disabled stall again. She was wearing a football shirt sort of thing, so probably over jeans or yoga pants.
"Take off your shirt"
I got a picture of her in a lacy black bra.
"Have him take off bra"
I got a picture of her from behind, but she was holding the bra across her chest. I was about to reply when another message came in of her topless.
"Pic of him holding tits"
I waited. No response. I wondered what was going on.
"His friend's joined us"
Well, that could get out of hand quickly. I went and put my shoes on, and picked up my keys. As I walked down the stairs, I texted her back.
"Are you OK with this?"
"So far, so good"
I got into the van and started the engine. I put my phone into its mount as if I was using it for the GPS, so I could glance at it while driving. Just before I pulled away, I texted her back.
"Pic of you all"
I got a picture of her, topless, standing between two guys. She was wearing yoga pants. At the next stop sign, I texted her.
"New guy holding tits"
I got a picture back - the guy was standing behind her and holding her tits up.
"Old guy holding tits"
I got a picture of the guy from last time standing behind her and pushing her tits together. I was still a little ways away, so I figured I could play for time.
"Undress old guy"
After a few minutes, I got a picture of the guy in his underpants and vest. I'd figured she'd have less trouble with them if they were naked, so I insisted.
"All the way if they want this to go further"
I got a picture of her, topless, and him, naked. Great, now let's get the other guy naked so he's not an issue either.
"Undress new guy"
After a few more minutes, when I was getting closer to the bar, I got a text.
"He wants me out of my yoga pants"
I assumed he was also whining about getting naked, so I replied.
"Not yet"
Shortly after that, I got a picture of the new guy, naked, and her, topless. I pulled into the parking lot of the bar and parked up. Now let's get her all wound up.
"Take off your pants"
I got out of the van, locked it and headed for the back door. I got a picture of the three of them, with her in just a black thong. That meant she'd shaved.
"Both of them sucking nipples"
I got a picture of them, from above, both sucking her tits. It would be a shame not to show them her bare pussy, as she'd have gone to all the trouble of shaving.
"Have new guy take off your panties"
She sent me a picture of the guy pulling her thong down.
"From the front"
I got a picture of her standing there naked just as I entered the men's bathroom. I was the only one in there, and I could see the disabled stall was closed. The football game was being piped in over speakers, so I was unlikely to hear everything going on in there. I took the stall next to them, and silenced my phone.
"Bend over, pic from behind"
She sent me a picture of her bent over the toilet.
"Same, legs spread"
I got the picture, and it was a nice one of her shaved pussy.
"Pic sucking new guy"
It was funny hearing the beep of my text from the stall next to me. She sent me a picture taken by the new guy of her sucking his dick, looking up into the phone's camera. It was about half way into her mouth, so that'd do.
"Pic sucking old guy"
I got a similar picture, but with the other guy.
"Pic sucking both"
I got a picture of her mouth stretched out around the tips of both of their dicks. That should be my new wallpaper.
"Suck off new guy, don't swallow"
After a couple of minutes, I heard a low groan, then shortly afterwards received a picture of her holding his dick, with her mouth full of his cum. No, that should be my new wallpaper.
I texted her back.
"Does he want you to spit or swallow?"
I quickly got a response.
"Swallow"
"Do you want to spit or swallow?"
"Spit"
I figured she'd been holding it in her mouth long enough by now.
"OK, you can spit"
Less than thirty seconds later I got a reply.
"Spat. Now what?"
"How many of them were there?"
"2"
"No, in the pub"
"4"