The bar was a little busier than usual, but Kelly still gave them nearly her undivided attention. Someone would occasionally holler at her for another...round, but otherwise she was glued to these two handsome men like they were the only ones in the bar. The two young men were well into their third drink when Kelly asked them the reason for their celebration and the heavier drinking than usual. They explained and she congratulated them with one on the house. Fred, the bar owner, was none too. Fran's tongue moved feverishly over Paula's cunt. She sucked and kissed and licked and sucked some more, her mouth moving all over Paula's cunt and asshole, until she heard her mistress gasp in pleasure, as she thrust her cunt against Fran's face and clenched her trembling thighs around her head."Lick it up slave!" Paula managed to gasp, flicking the crop across Fran's back.Fran licked all of Paula's juices from her soaking cunt, then lifted her head for a sign of approval, her lips slick and. That much is true, everybody knows.And one day she decided to do what no respectable woman should ever do. Beg for one of these dick carriers. Really beg. Him, his lovers, everybody who was willing to hear her. At least in her fantasy, because in reality she never said a word. And then she got that she is perverted.That only if she was humiliated she could cum in ways she never thought attainable. Only if she shed every little part of her well built dignity, that little cage we all build around. “One of you is going to have to get up to let me back into my seat.” Kara had previously been sitting in the 'u' of the horseshoe shaped dinette, Bill and Tommy on either side. Tommy made no effort to get up, leaving Bill to make the offer. Bill got up. Grabbing Kara by the hand, he pushed her toward the seat. Continuing to hold her hand, he lowered her into the booth, trying unsuccessfully for a peek under the front edge of a shirt so short it wouldn't even go under her butt. Kara broke free.