Fondling

"Please, sir, I don't think I did anything wrong..." she says, her eyes glazed with tears. The janitor remains silent for a second, and then says,

   "You bitches is all the same.  You spend yo' daddy's money on shit you don' need.  You make us men horny an' nevva d'liver.  Well, t'day, that's gonna change."  He snarled, and grabbed her by the throat.  "Now, ya'll gonna do wha' I say, or somethin' bad'll happin' to ya'.  Goddit?"  He said, his golden grilled teeth flashing under the florescent lights.  Autumn didn't know what to say.  She thought back to school, and remembered that the best course of action was to give the violent offender what he wants...  

   Autumn nodded.   Once again, the janitor grinned, and leaned his mop against the side of the stall.  Autumn took a deep breath.  He stepped closer to her, and his rough, pruned hands gripped her massive breasts over her shirt.  She gasped and recoiled.  The back of her knees hit the stalls, and she was suddenly sitting on a toilet.  He moved in closer; his hands cupping her massive breasts through the thin fabric.  He kneeded them, forcing soft flesh between calloused fingers.  He slipped his hand beneath the shirt, and found her soft nipples.  Autumn blushed in shame, and turned her head as she was groped shamelessly by this old, lecherous man.  

   With a smirk, he pulled her breasts out through the neckline of her shirt.  It acted as a corset, framing a supporting her massive tits.  He squeezed and kneeded them as if they were dough.  She just looked down and to the side, ashamed...