Make friends with the young men

The tallest of the young men, clearly their leader, wraps an arm around your waist. Your pussy tingles as his mischievous eyes meet yours.

“Ma'am, we couldn't possibly let you go inside. There are filthy, disrespectful old men in there. It's no place for such a fine...” His hand traces your thigh over your dress, and you squirm a little to give him better access to your crotch. “Fine lady as yourself. Isn't that right, boys?”

His friends leer and nod their assent.

“Maybe you're right,” you moan. The tall young man is rubbing your pussy through the dress now, and his brazenness makes you wet. “You boys have been friendly to me so far.”

“Then why don't we go over here and discuss the benefits of friendship?” He gestures down a long alleyway between two stores.