“I’m not wearing that, it’s worse than Hooters”Eddie walked up to me and got right in my face. “Tina, I am not going to explain your situat...on again. The Stuffed Pussy is much more risqué than Hooters and you are The Stuffed Pussy’s new, 1-and-only attraction. If you don’t wear what we say, do what we say, and say what we say, we will make you. If you don’t like it, you can leave and I will collect my reward.” With that he reached out 2 figures and gave me a viscous titty twister through my. Traversing the rear lot of his building, and entering the adjacent lot was a yellow Hummer H3. It moved unnaturally slow, leading Henry to wonder about the driver’s state of sobriety. Taking forever, the Hummer finally found a space at the end of a row and parked. Was that a Lincoln Towncar beside it, he wondered? He hated those ugly, pretentious gas-guzzlers. His favorite vice principal, that fat cow Mrs. Jorgensen drove a Lincoln. The thought of her fat ass behind the wheel made him grimace.. Tears ran down her cheeks now, and he added another series of shorter needle`s as muffled shrieks rattled around the room. One after another in a relentless chain of spikes in and around each alternate areola. Each needle proceeded by yet another glance at Ian to see if he had emitted his seed yet. Finally, the deed was done, the supply of needles finished. Still Ian had not emptied his balls. Her breasts like pincushions now, blue plastic couplings where each of the needles stuck out from each. Oliver was bent over the table and Sr.Ethel began to belabour his bare,sore bottom with a wooden spoon. Oliver yelled loudly as the wooden spoon made contact with his bare bottom. Sharon felt very uneasy watching the punishment of someone else but she felt drawn to what was happening,she felt guilty because she felt aroused,she wanted to carress Oliver and then have him make love to her,she felt jealous of Sr.Ethel and watched as the Nun continued to smile as she thrashed Oliver's bottom.Sharon.