The inner turmoil that rife my thoughts.  Is a silent war within.  Thankfully one Fred does not see or realize.   This thou does not ease the discomfort I am feeling.  A discomfort not born of pain.  But the heighten arousal that is gripping me.<br/><br/>'Only one thing left now.'   The words are like magic to me.  Only one more thing on the list.  However,  as his hand reaches out to clasp my pussy and lead me again.  I nearly draw back.  I am so over sensitive right now. I fear I will orgasm on the spot.    Nevertheless his fingers again dig into my vaginal depths.   Which causes me to almost lose it, as he starts to lead me once again.   It is then I realize he is leading me to the front of the store.<br/><br/>The very front of the store with the very big wide open window.   Oh my god, someone else could see me.   Yet struggle not, fear of what I am desperately trying to suppress.    This grips me more then the fear of being exposed in front of the window.<br/><br/>Stopping he grabs a can of compressed air.  It is the last item, holding it out for me.   I realize in that moment that if I insert it, I will not be able to hold back.  It occurs to me then, that I could ask him to insert it.   It is not because I wish to reward him.  But it comes to me, he can be a shield to the outside world beyond the store.   As I position myself and take the can in hand.  Thou keeping it held up as maneuvered and asked.<br/><br/><em>"Fred would you like to insert the can, it is the last item."</em><br/><br/>I know he will trigger my orgasm.  At that moment I doubt my decision, for I am squirter.    The first time I had been so aroused I had squirted and puddled the sheets of the bed.  That I had thought i had peed during sex.  Most men do not realize a woman can ejaculate fluids.   For most of us spend life's suppressing the very act.  A stigma that is very much dirty.