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I hurried over to the first table thankful to have something to do to take my mind off my state of dress. “Good evening, my name is Tina and I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?” And so the first couple of hours passed. It wasn’t so bad. There were a couple of innuendos thrown my way and I constantly felt the burn of lewd stares directed at my ass, crotch, and boobs. Every once in a while someone would squeeze past me and cop an accidental feel but I had some experience avoiding and redirecting the worst of this behavior from my last year waitressing at Eddie Z’s. Around 9 o’clock the mood started to change. Some of the tables were getting more forward and the comments were teen no longer veiled behind clever innuendos. Table 8 was the worst. It was a group of 6 thirty somethings that were downing drinks at a steady pace. “Can I get you boys another round?” “You are one fine slut aren’t you” one of them slurred at me. I went to take a step back but he asian corralled me with a long arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to the table. Then he pulled me up onto his lap and said “why don’t you have a seat here while we Big Boobs discuss whether I’ve spent enough in drinks to fuck that hot little honey hole of yours or whether I have to tip you too!” I was to surprised and stunned to speak for a moment but then I recovered and whirled around slapping him in the face as hard as I could and then flailed out of his lap ending Hardcore up getting caught up in his legs on the bar stool and falling in a pile on the floor. “Bitch!” he yelped Eddie was there in an instant “Tina!” He scolded. “That’s no way to treat our esteemed guest. Bill is a regular and an extremely valued customer!” I looked up at Eddie from the floor “he was molesting me.” “He was just showing his appreciation and stating what we are all thinking about and that is how much we’d like to stuff your slutty little pussy. Bill, to make it up to you maybe you can help me teach Tina a lesson about how we greet guests at the Stuffed Pussy.” With that Eddie dragged me to my feed and over to a carpet covered ceiling column just off to the side of the entrance to the club. “Wha... where are you taking me?” I asked, worried they were going to drag me outside in my underwear and molest me. But they stopped at the column and Eddie turned to amateur Bill and said “think that hook will hold her”. Bill looked at me evilly and said, “not sure what you have in mind but I would sure love to find out.” Eddie said, “hoist her so her ass is level with the hook and you’ll see.” The hook in question was an old 2 pronged coat hook with about 5 inches between prongs and about 6 feet off the ground sticking out of the 2 foot diameter ceiling column. Needing no further encouragement, Bill grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides, and easily lifted my 110 lb frame up half bent over his shoulder until I felt the hook pressing into my bottom. Then I felt Eddie’s hand pull my panties up giving me a hard wedgy and slipping the bunched up waste band above each of my butt cheeks over one of the prongs on the hook. “Ok Bill, you can let her down” Bill backed away and suddenly I was hanging by my panties. I felt the crotch pull painfully tight into my pussy as my bikini bottoms became a thong. I quickly lost my balance with my feet 3 feet off the ground and my head slumped forward. "Ayaheee heeeelp!" By this we will be led out onto the stage, ready to be interviewed on our thoughts, hopes and fears for participating in the Rape Run. asian I unraveled my hands from the teen hair of the men drinking from my breasts, and sunk my fingers into the succulent meat of Passion’s glutes, spreading her open for the man eating her ass, and allowing the Big Boobs sweet froth of her slit to drip into my consuming mouth. “So that’s how it’s going to be?” she laughs as she tosses me back the ball. She had reacted instinctively but now she was trying to wrap logic around it and having a problem. Again she giggled, "A little game I've made up. Janis hugged her. Their souls couldn’t be exercised or healed, not like Lucilla’s. I pressed to Lucilla, the wet swell of our busts squishing into domes of sparkling and glowing flesh, our bellies forming a seal of warmth, and my cock running through her slit, wetting with her endless Hardcore arousal. The pleasure rippled over me. Stars washed across my vision. I'd lost track of how many different times I'd already cum yesterday but My load was still massive. Now I was the man for turning Aurora into my sex slave. As wonderful amateur as oral sex can be, nothing beats good old fashioned fucking. I jammed my tongue deep inside of her as the pleasure washed over my mind. It's all right.