The ritual humiliation continued, as she made me lube her up, perfume her pussy and boobs and check her stockings were straight and her suspenders pro...erly fastened.I stopped at my pal Ray's house overnight, kipping on the sofa, telling his wife Marie that Mandy was working nights again (well, in a way I suppose she was!) and that I wanted to have a 'skinful' at the club and not have to drive home.During my evening at the club Mandy rang me and, from her giggles and squeals of delight, I could. I spent the day, which was Saturday, cleaning my apartment, paying some bills, and went for a run in the early evening. After a shower I dressed and headed to the bar. I collected my wallet, very thankful that Peaches hadn't stolen it, and spent the next five hours drinking with my usual crowd. When I realized the time, I paid my bill and headed out. Everyone was surprised that I left so early.I cruised up and down 79th Street for the next three hours looking for Peaches but never found her. I. "I could hear a little jealousy in her voice, as she said, "Who was thefirst!?" You. Just a few seconds ago."Then with a sly smile, she said, "I need to do that more." What? Kiss me." That. And, something else we used to do."She took a finger and removed a little of her lipstick from my lips. Thenpulled out her lipstick tube, fixed her lipstick, and with her sly grin,she asked, "Want me to do yours?" I missed doing that too, and we only did that a few times before you left.But, not here. ". Susan was looking less conscious than before, her eyes were still open but she looked wasted. We watched as she was rolled over and groped by half a dozen hands, each eager to penetrate her pussy or ass. The bathroom was now getting filled to capacity so someone suggested that it would be better to take her somewhere else rather than stay in this crummy bathroom and risk getting kicked out by the management.With that she was scooped up off the floor and carried through the back door of the club.