Let him get away with it

The hand gropes your ass through your leather pants. Not wanting to cause trouble you let it continue. His hand ceases grabbing your ass and smoothly runs his hand across it. He feels your plump cheeks before his hand creeps between your legs, feeling your womanhood through your pants. Before you can react his hand roughly pulls away and slaps your rear. The slap to your ass sends you towards the door, as you rub it in pain.

Why did I let him treat me like meat? I shoulda taught that perv a lesson about gropin’ girls.

With your mind still bothered by the run in with the patron, you make haste to the meeting spot on the edge of town.