I stand in disbelief at the proposition to earn money.   My cheeks burning,   my arousal  so intense.   Especially after this guy has teased tweaking my nipple.   I am so close to screaming right now.   I swallow dryly to suppress this urge.  I wonder in this moment where is Jake, what is taking him.   I dare not shift either.   The supplies stuffed inside of me, threaten to have me gushing again.<br/><br/>A crowd has gathered ogling me.   All eyes are on me and this guy.   The money twenty or forty bucks, would be enough for me to get a cab or even to go and purchase some pants.   I wait a few moments,  praying that Jake comes out.  He does not during this time.   I lower my head as I get out in low almost inaudible voice past me and this guy.<br/><br/><em>"You do it."</em><br/><br/>As I answer in agreeing to his terms.   While choosing the option that he do the honor of masturbating me.    His face lights p with a smirk that plays across it.    Wasting no time I feel his hand reach and cup my genital area.    Rubbing it in slow tantalizing tease.   His thumb pressing my clitoral hood, rubbing the fleshy nub.<br/><br/><em>"Oh yes!."</em>I suddenly exclaim as a jolt of pleasure rips through me.   I involuntarily spread my legs in response in lewd splayed pose.<br/><br/>His eyes light up even more.  Especially as one then two fingers probe into my heated very wet pink depths.    I can see then his realization that I have things stuffed in my pussy.    He now works vigurously in masturbating me.   Coupled with those school supplies.   I find myself lewdly moaning in response and grinding down on his fingers.<br/><br/>The crowd is cheering him on.  As I have become the center of attraction here on the street.   It does not take long for me to gush on his hand with my juices as he flames another orgasm to sweep over me.    His smirk widens even more.   Through not just for my easy capulation in being driven to an orgasm.  No it is the police officer that has now moved in having been on his beat patrol through the neighbor hood.<br/><br/>Which is not a good thing for me,  especially since  I don't see him.   For if the guy were to give me the forty dollars for this.   It would be construed as prosistition.   An well that would not be good.   However,  right now that is a mute point.  For I am too busy whimpering in ecstasty.