She ends up in the restroom of a tavern

Abigail Harris wondered what she had gotten herself into as she left the familiar surroundings of the Bellevue Home for Retired Gentle Folk and rumbled down the home's access road in a van belonging to the rest home's minibus driver. She felt sure she would be in for some unpleasantness at the end of her journey.

The pretty brunette tried to hold her translucent dress' hem down as the vents from the old van's dash blew a cold air-conditioned breeze straight at her.

"Stop fumbling around, girl!" the white-haired man scolded from the driver's seat as he glanced over at her. "Sit back and put your arms at your sides!" Gus grinned crookedly as he watched the already high hem blow up the twenty-year-old's lush thighs and expose her cropped bush of pussy hair. The air also served to chill the girl's generous breasts, making the nipples dent the flowered pretense of a garment.

Now on the open highway, Gus sped up in the passing lane to align himself with the cab of a tractor trailer rig that had been sailing ahead of them down the freeway. He then eased up on the gas, matching the speed of the trucker to his right.

Abbie glanced at Gus, then glanced out her window when she heard an air horn blare.

She looked out the window, then up, to see a bearded, tattooed man of about thirty years of age eyeing her exposed crotch and see-through dress and giving her a thumbs-up sign with his left hand. She blushed furiously, wanting desperately to cover herself, but not knowing what the consequences might be for Frank Rosen if she disobeyed the mean old man. Abbie looked to her abductor, hoping he would now speed up or fade back behind the eighteen-wheeler. He did not. Instead, she saw him reach into a pocket on the Bunny costume and pull out a small lighter-sized object similar in color to the egg vibrating inside her.

Gus grinned evilly as he turned the dial on the remote with the tip of a weathered thumb. He watched the pretty brunette's violet eyes widen as the egg shook her deep, tingling the nerve endings inside her sex.

Abbie couldn't help but try and claw at the exquisite, yet humiliating, sensations reverberating inside her pussy. Gus be damned, she needed to do something now. Her fingers pushed through her dark curls, then rubbed her lips and clitty, to no avail. She couldn't quite reach the source. Laying back in the seat, she panted, her fingers now touching wetness as the buzzing subsided. She looked out the window and burned crimson as she again faced the truck driver. He tooted his air horn happily and sped on his way. Abbie turned to face Gus. He didn't seem too unhappy that she didn't keep her hands to her sides.

"Seems you like showin' off, eh, Abbie?" Gus asked with an evil grin, his eyes watching the breasts of the twenty-year-old heave and sway under the thin veil of purple that covered them. "That's a good thing. Help in what I have in store for you next."

He changed the subject to other concerns more important to him right now. "That sexy act of yours got me all turned on again. Maybe you should come over here and take care of matters." He brought his hand through Abbie's thick dark locks and pulled her head down into his lap. Gus also thought it best she not see exactly where she was being taken.

Abbie stared at the thick vein-gnarled column of meat standing proudly from the previously cut-open crotch of the Easter Bunny suit. She couldn't believe the power this man seemed to constantly hold over her as she widened her full pouty lips and engulfed the senior citizen's hot flesh.

The nursing home aide's cheeks hollowed as she sucked along the shaft of the old man's cock. She didn't want to be seen doing this as well by another passerby so she sucked and slurped for all she was worth, trying to extract the aged seed as quickly as possible. Abbie had to be careful not to hit the back of her head on the wide circumference of the hard steering wheel as she pulled her head back to swirl her tongue around the pisshole of the old man's cockhead in a **** attempt to end this blow job quickly.

The brunette's labors eventually produced the desired result. Gobs and gobs of Gus' cum hit the back of her throat just as he pulled off the highway and entered a medical complex. Abbie tried to gulp it all down as the man wrestled the van's wheel to get the vehicle into a parking space next to a small building by the hospital annex.

Gus opened the door of the van for Abbie to get out and ushered her along with him to the door of the small building with the big letters on the wall. 'V.F.W' She knew what that was. Her dear old granddad had belonged to one of these 'associations' before he passed on.

Abbie followed Gus as they went past quiet meeting halls and into a darkened room with a TV blaring a Marlins baseball game. She felt all eyes in the bar follow her as she walked through on Gus' arm. She was glad her near nudity wasn't as noticeable in the low light.

"Gus!" they seemed to all holler at once. Abbie watched as he smiled and waved to everyone, playing the room like he was running for President.

"She's a little old for you, isn't she, Gus?" guffawed one.

"And a little overdressed!" cackled another.

"We'll take care of that in a minute," Gus muttered under his breath as he found the bartender bent over, cleaning glasses. "Sam, you got that package for me?" he asked the man with the white apron wrapped around his waist.

"Just like you ordered, Gus!" the middle-aged man smiled with a wink to Abbie as he dipped underneath the bar to pull out a white package tied with string.

Gus escorted Abbie further into the bowels of the veterans' club and showed her to the women's room lavatory.

"You change into this here outfit and we're going to go visit some real men, not like those senile old codgers back at Bellevue!" Gus barked to Abbie as he pushed her into the small rest room. He looked around, making sure no one was in there and that Abbie didn't have any way to escape.

The brunette was a little shocked he followed her in. Abbie watched him as she headed for a stall and stepped inside. Satisfied he wasn't following her in there, Abbie dropped the flimsy dress and undid the twine's knot, lifting the box lid.

Gus heard a little gasp after he saw the box lid drop to the floor from the other side of the stall door. He grinned.

"Let's not dawdle in there, girl! Hurry up and get dressed!" he demanded.