The owner of the strip club, who’s in on our little project, has been slipping the bitch hormone capsules for weeks. She missed the last three days ...f work, refusing to strip, to dance for the customers. She wouldn’t say why, but we already knew why.Now her full shame is on display with no way to hide it from the cameras watching from the dark. Vladimir grabs a camera, snapping pictures of the dancer, pausing to shoot close ups of the milky dot ready to drip from her tit.?My, oh my, what do we. Mrs. Martin said, “I think we’ll give Mike his first punishment next then give Angie her second set after.” This was agreed. “Mike take off your clothes,” said Mrs. Scott. He got down to his underpants and I could see Mike was trying to hide the bulge. He glanced up to see Mrs. Scott tapping the cane impatiently and he slipped off his pants to reveal a full hard on. Now I don’t know what they are used to but I could see from their eyes that Mike’s erection had impressed them both. Mrs.. I continued to accelerate as I grabbed the handlebars and pushed the bike. Once I had a gap opened up between everyone else and me, I swung a leg over as quickly as I could, kicked the stand out of the way, and pedaled for all I was worth. I went south down Silver.I heard someone yell, "Hey!" My actions must have taken everyone by sufficient surprise, because no one stopped me. I knew that as soon as the adrenaline wore off I'd feel weary from my battle with the demon, so I needed to keep the. Accompanying this caption was a picture of her in one of the most beautiful gowns Emma had ever seen. The caption also said that it was an Oscar de la Renta gown.The exact gown Emma had been making herself sick for two weeks for so she could fit into the size 0 or 2, whichever fit her boobs.She rolled over on her bed, her groan being muffled by her Egyptian cotton pillowcase. She immediately rolled all the way off her bed, and ran to the bathroom, making the chocolate cake come rising up her.