" - "And tears too, pathetic!" All of it comes to me in a haze as my bottom's spanked, but it does make it worse, adding to my burning shame and the h...t tears now coursing down my cheeks. The humiliation is appalling, and I know I'm showing from the back, my pussy, and even my bumhole as I buck and wriggle in my wretched, useless efforts to escape the pain. I just know they're all staring up me, the women in amusement or disgust, the men wondering how it would feel to get an erect cock sheathed. And then all was still and quiet. Samantha’s naked body was flush with the wood wall, her flesh pressed up against the cum stains, her shoulders flat against the rough surface so as to push her tits as far through the holes as possible, extending her tits into the booth with the anonymous hands as deeply as possible. And there Samantha stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would do to them. Samantha stood there vulnerable and. I look suitably pervy as I shuffle up to the shop, ogling whatever’s in the window, pervy expression on my face, and turning my head to look at the watching disgusted girls as I push at the door to go in. Sometime they say things, like “fucking pervert” as I go through the door. Unfortunately they’re never there when I come out with my purchases under my arm. But one of the shops has a porch which I can stand in when I’ve exited the shop door, and I wait there, a big stack of dirty books under. She guessed Chris was doing to her what Jack was doing to her. Driving her insane with playing with her. Tonight was going to be interesting. Jack and Chris split the bill and they loaded into a limo Jack had called in. If Jack was trying to impress Steph he had already done that this morning the limo didn’t matter much to her. They all loaded into the limo. As they sat down in the limo Steph positioned herself next to Jack so he could hide his hand more importantly his finger in her pussy..