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She barred my way with one arm held across the stall doorway and reached under my dress with masturbation the other hand. I felt her hand slide between my legs and go all the way up. Then I felt her fingers push into me... with no resistance. I was as wet as a whore in heat. “That’s just the liquor,” I stammered. “I’m not blonde used to drinking.” “Keep telling yourself that,” she replied with a crooked smile. “Maybe you will even believe it.” She then turned and walked out of the restroom. As we got back to the table, we could hear members of the audience calling out, “Eighteen...” then a little later, “Nineteen...” and just as we got to the table, everyone shouted, “Twenty!” Madeline was hanging limp in the punishment pole doorway as the stage hands wheeled her down a ramp off of the stage and then wheeled her slowly big through the whole room so everyone could see– and smell– her close up. Her body was slick with sweat and the pole was even slicker with her juices. I stood and watched her as the stagehands wound their way around the room. I felt myself shuddering as she passed our table. For an masturbating instant, I was seeing myself hanging there with the entire club cheering. Margi snapped her electric stick in front of my eyes and Shelly asked, “Is something wrong?” “She’s just coming to grips with some realities she didn’t want to believe,” Margi said with a snicker. “I need another drink,” I said as I sat down. “You need some food,” Dianne said. “Let’s split the difference,” Shelly said. “Bloody Mary’s for everyone.” “Oh, God,” Dianne said. “Not those horrid concoctions from hell that you seem to like so much.” “OK,” Shelly said, “Make mine spicy and everyone else’s can be boring.” tits “I would like to try it spicy,” I said. “You don’t know what you are asking for,” Margi said with a laugh. I just stuck my tongue out at her and nodded when Shelly asked if I were sure. When the waitress brought back the tray of drinks, Shelly’s and mine had little umbrellas stuck into the celery stick. Hers was red, mine was pink. I took a sip of mine and my mouth was on fire. I certainly wasn’t going to be gulping this one down. As I sat there sipping my drink and breathing very deeply through my mouth, the Head Mistress again walked up on stage. I asked them what types of things they’d done, the short answer was everything. Sheila informed me and our guests. To David’s shameful excitement, Ashley too had no panties on and her young plump bottom was put on display for him. All the blood that had clotted in the foot masturbation drained away, the inflammation subsiding as the appendage righted itself. I had a crush on her since the first time I saw her, but I never thought it would be possible, for me, to have something with her. He pondered how she hadn’t been in a long relationship yet, or not in a hundred short ones... So this was how it ended. Louder and louder the tits moans became. Are you ready for Abby now? When I woke up in the morning, Irma blonde was busy in the kitchen preparing one of her terrific breakfasts, this time centered around: waffles, maple syrup, eggs and sausage. On the drive home she asked about the two guys they masturbating had passed when they entered the mall big who he had acknowledged. “And age is just a number,” he said with a smile before taking another drink of his beer. The lower half of Miss Miller was properly prepared so I went the head of the table. You still got some ass left back there.”