All of the booths in this section face the dance floor and have U-shaped, high-back bench seats with just enough room for two people on each side and ...ne at the "bottom" of the U. I was wearing a short black skirt, a crisp, white button-up blouse, white silk panties and a black push-up bra. The top two buttons of my blouse were open showing a lot of my small, pert tits. I am forty and slim, with short-cropped, ginger-blonde hair. I was hoping to hook up with someone for the night and had. "Does any one of those pathetic, whining losers have to deal with several dozen back-aching pounds of breast-fat on their chest all day and night? Does any one of them have to endure the frustration of never being able to find a single thread of clothing that fits? Does any one of them have to be preoccupied with hygiene problems, or health problems, or exercise problems? I say that if a man can't accept what I choose to do with my body, then he should go to Hell!"I have to admit, I was totally. " Her words were gentle, and her love was clear."I know you do." I sensed that she, too, was near tears. There had beentimes between us when the intensity of what we felt for one anotherexpressed in D/s had found us both crying.She sighed, then said, "Let?s see if those panties are still wet." Hervoice was brisk, and she had moved back from her embrace of me. I felther hand caress my bottom cheeks, and I pressed back against the coolsoftness of her palm as much as the ropes would allow."Why,. “What to myself?” “To start with, the others might join you. Take her in there.” The Irish lad grabbed the edge of the tape and cruelly ripped it away, making the black athlete yelp as the strong adhesive tore her skin, leaving a precise red bruise round her mouth. Giovanni roughly slapped Gerry across the face, pushing him out of the way and grabbed the tape, sticking it straight back on Caster’s ugly masculine featured face.“Stupid cunt, how the fuck you were hired I don’t know ... go!”.