Breadstick sales were off the charts last night! There’s also $100 on the fridge as I noticed you guys could use a grocery restock! I am stunned… I haven’t really taken a day off since I went on the run and I hadn’t really thought to ask for one since Eddie tended to keep his clubs open 7 days a week one way or another. I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and take full advantage of the day including splurging on Subway for lunch and picking up ice cream treats at the grocery store to surprise Toby with. By the time I make my way to the Stuffed Pussy on Tuesday, I am convinced that there will be some change, or new device like the mechanical bull designed to make me suffer. Against all odds it turns out to be as benign of an evening as I can hope for. My definition of “normal” has gone way off track to the extent that I am relieved when the extent of Eddie’s torture is having me serve beer and food wearing vibrating panties and escaping the evening with only 2 public orgasms…! Wednesday seems like it will pass in similar fashion with the exception that I am coerced into riding the Mechanical bull wearing nothing but some cowgirl boots japanese and a hat. This time they bind my legs so I don’t fall off the bull but they leave amateur my hands free. I do my best to “play along” with some playful yeehaws when the ride starts. I don’t resist when I feel my excitement start to build, knowing Eddie won’t let me down until I humiliate myself with an orgasm. Instead of resisting, I grind my pussy against the vibrator until I cum, shaking helplessly on the saddle while the bar hoops and hollers around me. When Phil and Eddie unbind me they again lift me off and I have déj� vu back to my first bull ride as they carry me to the front of the stage to show my swollen privates off to the crowd. This time I don’t even have panties to provide any shred of decency as they spread my thighs wide to give everyone a close-up of my wet vagina. I close my eyes, feeling the heat rises from my breasts to my cheeks in a bright red blush. My mortification washes over me in pulsing waves of heat as my pounding pulse in part drowns out the crowd. Three sharp open-handed smacks land square on my puss snapping me back to reality. The crowd laughs uproariously as Eddie admonished me. “Have some decency Tina! At least open your eyes and smile at your adoring fans!” I look down between my legs at the customers who seem to have decided the thing to do is to take a selfie with my puss in the background. I wait helplessly for Eddie to decide to put me down. Instead, Silvia steps in front of me and Eddie starts announcing again. “My Daddy always said there were two kinds of girls….” Eddie booms out in his best Master-of-Ceremonies voice. public “Those that spit and those that swallow” he continues on. “But in my line of work, I’ve come to find out that that is not the only thing that sets girls apart….” I feel the familiar onset of my body starting to hyperventilate as I listen with the audience, voyeur trying to understand where Eddie is going with his story and what new molestation it will lead to. The bar is silent in excited anticipation and Ed milks this by pausing an excessive amount of time for dramatic effect. “You see there are two kinds of girls in this world folks… those that spit and those that swallow, but also those that squirt and those that don’t! Tonight the lovely Silvia is gonna help us find out which kind our cute asian little Tina is!” I swivel my head to look at Silvia, not understanding what Eddie’s proclamation means for me. With her back to the crowd, Silv mouths a silent “Sorry Tina” which lets me know that whatever is coming isn’t good for me. Then she turns and flourishes something blue in front of the crowd. I struggle in Eddie and Phil’s arms and then freeze in fear as I see that the blue thing was a latex cleaning glove that Silv is now wearing on her right hand. She applies a liberal amount of some kind of lubricant to her fingers and then steps between my spread legs and slides two well lubricated fingers deep into my still wet vagina. I squeal in surprise, not expecting such rough attentions from Silvia of all people. My fingers gripped the amulet, twisting it as the cop repeated her amateur words. I tried pulling away, but he had a tight grip on my hips tightly. Savannah, like most of the girls working at Velvet, was gorgeous. "Well that fucking cop ruined it by making her suck his dick. He was about to say he had no time for that — they were both asian university students, voyeur after all — but then he realized just how pretty she was. I know it is not required, but I would appreciate japanese a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing these stories. Sam asked as we drove towards the exit of the parking lot. “Are you or are you not the one who assassinated the Masonic Security Council?” Phil grinned maniacally, totally in his element. Here it was, I was about to public break her young cherry. I asked if she played basketball and she said she did, but needed someone to help her with her game. I’m going to make you feel so good.”