She had gotten quite good at getting the nasty procedure done very quickly and efficiently. She had been trying to convince him that it was all in his...head, and that he didn't really have to debase himself to do well. And then ... Buffy. He worked with the perverted girl, who encouraged him to masturbate and, according to Jennifer, had even had SEX with her future breadwinner. Now he insisted every single time that he just HAD to do it. Like winning a football game was actually important!. The strap had been more than effective in raising welts on her soft, tender flesh. The way her asscheeks throbbed and hurt now, she wondered if the pain would ever go away.And that was just part of it. The cuntjuice soaked strap had been thrust between her lips. The hinges of her jaw ached and she didn't even know if she could speak without pain assailing her. Every moment was sheer agony and, worse, so was the knowledge that she had been so helpless during the abuse.She hadn't been able to. ”“What are they like?”“Yummy! They come in their shells which have opened and have been cooked in a bisque which is a thin French soup, all vegetably with garlic. You’ll love them.”“OK!”They went in and ordered. Peter had a lager and Penny a lemon squash.In due course their moules arrived in soup plates with big napkins. An empty soup plate was placed in the middle of the table.“For the shells,” explained Peter. “Now watch me as I open one up. You break off the empty shell and use it as a. ” The light bulb went on as I said, “I can have my slut just fuck me with a cock on her face.” Audrey shook her head yes and I said, “That is amazing.” I looked at it closer and said, “I need to see it on someone.” I looked at Gwen and decided to test the water just a bit and asked, “Gwen will you audition it on for me.” “Um,” she began awkwardly, but I just walked over and put it on her head. “Wow, that is awesome,” I said. “I’ll take it.” I quickly took it back off her so as to not humiliate.