They would never leave you alone."Mary looked around the bar a little. All the men were either already talking to someone, or milling around, eyeing a...l the girls around them."Besides," Rachel added, "I can tell you're not interested in any guys at the moment. I can tell your tastes run in the other direction"At this, Mary looked back at Rachel, shocked at how forward this woman, who up until a few minutes ago had been a complete stranger, was being, yet slightly intrigued, and maybe even a. "I must admit, though. Having all those hot, blue-collar men staring at me was a bit of a thrill. I have a fantasy about being serviced by a bevy of construction workers in a house being remodelled. I have never had the guts to fulfil it. You never know how a group of men would react to finding out my little secret." If I recall from last night," I said, "you're secret wasn't so little. It was big and hard, and tasted great." I could feel my penis growing in my pants. "How do men usually react. . to me?"I - "I got your figure slender"sister - (smiled)I - "Will you show your chest?"sister - "No. My dress is not comfortable, I'll have to shoot everything to show"I - "And if I hand under the dress and touch so?"sister - "It's cold outside ..."I - "I quickly, touch what they have with you and everything"sister - "Well ... only fast"She slightly pushed the dress aside, I put my hand under her bra and began to mew her nipples, chest. She did not even mind, calmly let her touch and did not. Emma sobbed through her pain. ‘Please, Sir,’ she implored, ‘I’m sorry. No more. Please.’ ‘Too late now, Slave,’ he responded. ‘Your punishment has been decided, and must be delivered.’ He turned to Hans. ‘Pull on her rope again. I want her dangling off the floor for the next one.’ Hans made as if to protest, but thought better of it. He pulled on her rope, and she cried out as her arms were stretched still further, feeling as if they were about to come out of their sockets. Her toes lost.