I was truly surprised by your boldness. The bar table was pretty small but there wasn’t a lot of light. Maybe no one could see what was happening. W...en your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, ‘Are you wet yet?’ You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still. Pat freaked out and tried to kick but he couldn't, the ropes were holding up too well. "Get the fuck off me!" Pat yelled at the man. "Get on you? Okay," Dante grabbed Pat's dick and squeezed a little harder than pleasurable. "Stop!" Pat screamed. "Man, shut the fuck up!" Another man's voice was heard coming in the front door. It was Charles. Pat tried to break free but he couldn't. "You move, you die, bitch," Charles told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante removed the rope and flipped Pat on his. “He’s meeting an important client and if he gets the account, I’ll be servicing it”“Dinner and what else?” I asked but she wasn’t biting, she came up behind where I was sitting and draped both arms over my shoulders.“Don’t be such an old grouch” she said and pushed her boobs against the back of my head, “He’s my boss, this is part of my job and it always has been”“He’ll expect you to go to bed with him- again”She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively,“Probably yes and you know you. This is very difficult event. The dogs had to concentrate on not losing control. It was pure torment and torture. Finally the enema solution was just too much and one of the dogs just lets loose, shooting the contents of his shitty bowels right in the face of the dog behind him. The loser is the one who lets loose first; the winner is the one who can keep in the enema the longest. Of course they were all LOSERS, since each of us got their face showered with shit. After this event, they were.