Stirring her coffee she eyed him. She always did that, she divided strange men into two categories - DO or NOT DO. It made a simple public excursion or a day at the office very exhausting.
The kid sacking the groceries - 'do; oh god wait, no too young'
- her mechanic 'not do - too skinny, smells of smoke, hmm maybe I'm being too hasty, he has the look of a freak about him for some reason, in a good way'
- the gentleman parking his car - 'sorry too old'
- lifeguards at the pool - 'please, yes please, your abs are making me crazy, thank god for sunglasses'
- the black fella who just walked into the restaurant with his wife - 'mmm look at you there, built like a brick wall, bet you could just pin me up against the wall, couldn't you, and you would, too, I can tell, uh-oh, I'm staring again...'

She looks down into the black liquid in front of her, but instead she sees herself lying on her sofa, her wrists in his iron-hard grip while he's ferociously shoving his cock into her mouth, saliva and pre-cum dribbling down her chin,

her heavy breasts swaying and bouncing and she has to stop doing this, her pussy is aching and throbbing and she stands and walks over to the ladies room, her hand searching in her purse for something to use.