... You damn big whore!" Don’t call me names" the brunette looked at the younger blonde thinking ‘she’s a bit taller then me and feisty looking ...s if she's spoiling for a fight.’ She glared at the slimmer girl. "Don’t call me names” the brunette repeated losing her temper fast at this blonde piece standing there, arms on her hips still glaring at the brunette. “First of all” the brunette jabbed in the air with her fingers for emphasis “ it’s your fault, its you who walked into me and then. As she continued to flash him, I could see him squirming in his chair. I leaned over to her and convinced her to walk by him and head to the restrooms. If he followed, she should take him into the bathroom…if not, then she should just come back to the table. I watched as she walked by the guy. She was starting to get into our little game, licking her lips seductively as she walked by him. As she got closer to the hallway to the restrooms, he looked around, then quickly got up and followed her.. ’ ‘Oh, I know, baby. Anything at all. Now fuck that sissy bitch.’ Desmond forced my face down onto his cock. His cockhead was like a small apple, his shaft thick and ridged like a cob of corn. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and he pushed it in hard and fast. Too fast. I gagged and choked. And my teeth scraped against him. Desmond pulled my head off him and rewarded me with a series of devastating and deliberate slaps. I couldn’t keep track of how many. He said something to me, and I. ” I pulled against my restraints again, frustrated. “Come now slut, that’s not good behaviour.” He slapped my arse, making it sting a little and a jolt of pleasure travelled to my pussy. God I needed to be fucked. I looked down at his cock, it was starting to go soft but I knew that wouldn’t last for long. If the ball gag wasn’t so restrictive, he would have seen me smile. He walked back over to the table and I heard more shuffling as he searched for something. I wanted to turn around but I.