She slams down the glasses that she had been carrying and repeats herself WANKER. Normally I wouldnt put up with my staff bitching about the clientele...but then again, normally Kate wouldnt. There was a very good chance that the guy on table 4 was a wanker. Monica, a shy girl who had only just started with me, nodded slightly but was not brave enough to voice her opinion. I sigh and look over to table 4. The man sitting there was tall with dark hair, impeccably dressed and absolutely screamed of. 30, 40, 50 texts. Maybe more. Who knows? No answer. Nothing. Zero. Fuck, I hope he’s not gone to confront his friends. He’s too angry right now. What have I done? I remembered that I had my husband’s location enabled on my phone. I checked and to my relief, he was at his parents’ house. Then, another jolt of fear hit me. Is he telling my in laws about this? Fuck, will they tell my parents? My mind started to race as I got more and more scared of the thought of not only being abandoned by my. My cock was already quivering, and pre-cum was evident at the tip. Rushes of lust were coursing through me, making my diaphragm contract periodically, and shortening my breathing."Kneel," I ordered. With a look of terror, but without a sound, she knelt. I held her arms so that they hooked properly over the bar. I put the second piece of pipe in place between the posts so that she was held down, and then secured her wrists with handcuffs.I stepped away to view my handiwork. God, it was a. “Well! You sex mad slut!” I laughed.“Oh yes! That was lovely,” she purred, “not very longbut thrilling none the less. It’s your turn now.”“Hey bitch!” I said laughingly. “Don’t be trying tomake out that you are doing it for me, you just wantsatisfying.”“Oh yes please!” she said as she opened her legs. I saton the bed and put my hand on her pussy and as myfingers dipped inside her beautiful pussy, the.