As I approached the town, if you can call it that, I noticed a bar at the far end of the row of run down buildings. Since everything else was dark I w...nt to check it out hoping that they were still open. I got to the door and there was no name on the place just an old neon side with “Bar & Grill” outlined in neon lights that obviously hadn't glowed in years. I pushed the door open and knew this was the type of run-down dive that I would never have gone to if the circumstances weren't what they. I stroked her magnificent breasts, feeling the nipples huge and hard between my fingers. She moaned from deep in her gut as her hot eyes burned into me.The dominatrix working with Andy approached, whip in her hand. She flicked the whip across her thighs and lower belly. I could see red marks rising but, by then, I knew she was not in a lot of pain. I mean that I had just been hit harder than that. Again and again, the whip flicked as Andy groaned in exquisite agony.“YES! THANK YOU, MISTRESS!. Failing that there’s the all night shop where it costs six pound thirty for a small tin of beans and a packet of chicken flavoured ‘Dreamies’ and no they’re not for me, they’re for my/your beautiful little cat called Cammi.But I digress; No Oyster means no bus and since buses no longer accept proper money because it’s too expensive/dangerous/so last season/dirty and dripping with the blood of c***d prostitutes, or just too heavy for the suspension, or to send someone down the bank the next. You drive your university professors crazy with your constant barrage of questions," Gloria gloated with pride."Thank you, Gloria," the princess responded as she took her other shoe herself.The assistant took the second, soiled shoe from the princess and scurried them away to be cleaned by the staff. In Gloria’s absence, Princess Michelle tried to take a look around her surroundings. Nothing new was being absorbed though. Her mind was a hive of activity reviewing the day's events. She wanted to.