. Tighter, definitely constricting.|Five|... "Ah!" I gasped. The corset's grip became vise-like.|Six| ... Oh my god.|Seven|Finally, the corset stopped...tightening.And then, with a loud |SNAP|! the corset, collar, and shoes all became detached from the wall and I staggered forward, barely maintaining my balance. With one hand against the wall to steady myself, I tried to catch my breath, but try as I could, it only came out in short gasps.The collar tightly gripped about my neck, stretching it. The second movie usually starts at eight and we'll have the ice cream shop to ourselves for an hour or so. It's, as Mr. Ernest Hemmingway would say, 'a clean, well lighted place.'"She looked over at me, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "Have we come full circle? Is that a subliminal allusion to fishing?" she asked, discarding the tissue, and showing signs of recovery."You're quick," I said, realizing that she thought my reference to Hemmingway was an attempt to reinforce my praise of Doug's. I nodded. "Then you're going to lovethis." With that, she grabbed my hips and stopped my rocking. She thrusther hips in the air and buried her cock deeper than I thought it couldgo. I gasped in pain. She released and her hips feel back to the bed, andher cock slid part of the way out."Ow, Samantha," I started to say, but she was already thrusting again. Iwinced. "Sam!" She released."How does your pussy feel now, baby? After the shock wears off, I betit's purring." She was right. I moaned. That. They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again.With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back and forth in the chair. Many men had come forward, asking for a dance, but I had declined all offers, choosing to just watch and stay sitting there.The barmaid came to my table and placed a fresh margarita down. Nodding to the men behind me, she said "with their compliments…"As I turned my head to thank them, my face almost.