“Uh huh,” she replied, matter of fact like, as though she doubted what I had said. “I bet you like to hang out at Madam Moselle’s in the Quart...r.” I was caught. Yes, I like strippers. I had to admit it. She laughed. “What do you know about Madam Moselle’s?” I asked. “I used to be a waitress,” she replied. I knew she was lying. Madam Moselle had hostesses, but not waitresses. If a girl worked at Madam Moselle, she definitely was not a waitress. It was a tawdry place, one where $150 could get a. If you tied her hair to the cable she didn’t have to use her muscles to support any part of her body.The young slut mother of two loved being tied helpless and letting so many cocks abuse her. Soon men with hard-cocks helped Brenda tie herself to the back brace and thigh holders, she asked them to tie her hair up as well.A button on the back wall raises Brenda into the perfect fucking position. A cock enters the latex covered fuck hole as soon as the height is perfect for fucking.“Fuck yea,. There was no hiding whatever had happened to me at his threat, at how my body craved him to do what he said.Only small, hopeless whimpers escaped me when I felt his hands, clad in talc gloves, at my sex and felt the needle pierce me to start his stitch work. I shuddered with each pull and my face flamed when I heard him laugh. “Such a messy fucking cunt for being tortured.” But still, I didn’t make a sound. I was broken, his agony having done what he liked it to do, having taken me to that. I'm sorry." Oh don't be mad at Jeffy!" exclaimed Donna, "He was so wonderful! And I needed it so bad! I've been so horny lately and my fingers just haven't been enough. Don't be mad at him. I made him do it. I made him do it again and again and again and it was so great! God, Susan, you should try him!"Susan shook her head and turned back to Jeff."Get your pants on and get out." she said coldly."Yes ma'am" said Jeff, eyes down cast. "Sorry. Sorry Mrs. Travers. I... Goodbye."Then he was gone,.