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I panicked and practically thrust my breasts into Bill’s busy hands “thank you for petting my boobs Bill; I’m glad you BDSM like them.” “That’s better!” Eddies said. “Bill you think you can pick her up if I untie her?” “Sure thing Ed!” And like that I felt my arms freed from around the pole and I was unceremoniously slumped over Bill’s shoulder again. My shoulders and arms were asleep. I felt Eddie unhook my panties from the hook and then Bill was walking me back over to his table with my ass bent over his shoulder. I was beyond caring and just hung on and whimpered as the feeling came back into my limbs. “Tina, when you can walk again, start cleaning up tables, its getting close to closing time and I don’t want to be here all night.” I looked over at Eddie from the chair that Bill had dropped me in and gave a meek “ok”. “Oh, and one more thing,” Eddie started... I looked up at him with fear approaching panic in my eyes. Eddie dropped a roll of yellow extra strength duct tape on the table next to me and said, “tape your panties up, we don’t want you exposing yourself before you turn 18.” I stared at him in disbelief as Bill tore off a asian hefty piece of tape and secured my stretched out panties to the small of my back. There I sat topless with my panties barely hanging on to my hips, after being put on display next to the front door for Lesbian the last 4 hours, and he’s worried about me exposing myself! “Can I have my top back?” I asked. “Hah, I think the boys have seen your tits plenty tonight, I just think we need to hold out a little longer before they get to see the rest of my japanese new cash cow! Maybe tomorrow you can wear a shirt again. On the bright side… if they don’t fall out, you can keep your tips at the end of the night.” I looked down at the paper currency hanging out from the waistband and crotch of my panties. It was so absurd that I almost started laughing. Here I sat with my modesty in shambles and on the bright side I got to keep the $10 odd dollars that the guys had molested me with! Great! And so my first night as a 16 year old, working at The Stuffed Pussy ended with me cleaning fetish tables topless with what was left of my panties taped up to maintain what little modesty I had left. ****End of Chapter 1**** When I started college, my sister Wilhelmina, known as Willy, was going to an expensive and exclusive girl’s high school. You might remember from Willy and the Hand Job that my sister had convinced me to teach her how to give a hand job. She later had me do the same for a friend of hers named Dixie. Dixie was so impressed that she had been talking up the experience around the school. Amanda dipped her head between her little sister’s legs, sniffing Natalie’s exposed pussy. Even asian tho they'd never see each other after tonight the female was grateful for the gift the other Pikachu had given her. “Sir, could you please get your hand off my leg?” “I feel like I’m miss something though.” I know a great little place down on the lake that is really tranquil and amazingly beautiful. Her head cocked passed a comfortable angle, “You know?” For a BDSM moment, she forgot where she was and her predicament. We nestled together still in spoon fashion and fell deeply into sleep. Her nipples continued to rotate in one direction while fetish her breasts rotated in another. I was doing OK until I started massaging her breasts. Laura did, and was humiliated when it made her orgasm in front of Alistair. I smiled and gripped his shoulder, giving Lesbian him a fatherly squeeze. Would they catch me? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. 1% reduction in will power of subjects with 5 ft. I couldn't take much more of the sweet heaven of her juicy cunt. It seemed endless and it was the first time I actually lost consciousness for a moment. "You're not doing it right." I looked away. japanese "This third group isn't as efficient as the first two. “As long as you behave, we won’t make you sleep in a crib.” Do you want me to keep fucking you?" I g-guess we'll need a new instructor!", one of the women called out. “Fine let’s grab something at the food court,” Nisha relents. I stared placidly back, abased and surrendered, trying not to show the hint of challenge. it was wedding day. “I lost my father to lung cancer, smoking is a capital offense in my house, no one smokes, not my relatives, not my guests and certainly not my children, Ursula knows that if I ever caught her smoking her panties would come down and she’d be over my knee, don’t you know that Sweetheart.” As she talked, Julie found herself more and more prepared to give control to her and trust them, and when Dee was satisfied that Julie was prepared to take the next step she invited her to strip.