I had never felt so humiliated. Peter, who had a paper sign in his hand, came up to us with a surprised look on his face. “God Jane, you went the wh...le way with him didn't you. He looks like a real girl.” “He does, doesn't he?” replied Jane with a smile. “Now let’s get back to work. You,” she said pointing at me,” put this sign around your neck and stand next to the front window.” I put the sign around my neck, only glancing at the words, this is what happens to shoplifters, and stood next to. I wasn’t drinking, but they were. Two hours later, they staggered back toward the restaurant while I frantically struggled into my clothes in the back of my small SUV. I had crawled out and started to straighten out the back of the car when raised voices caught my attention. My erstwhile companions stood at the corner of the building in a heated exchange with a guy in a shirt and tie who gestured repeatedly toward me. I caught only a few words: “kids,” “complaints,” “family place,” “police.” I. Now I’ve never had anal sex before so I was way outside my comfort zone. I felt I needed to come clean and confess this to Stella. She seemed please with my honesty and began to explain how and what to do. She lathered more oil on her butt hole then put plenty more on my shrouded cock and bent over holding onto the bench for support. “Ease it in slowly” she said - WOW what a feeling this was as tight as tight can be and a little painful at first for me. Stella’s anal experience meant she moved. I had some sort of button in his hand that he pushed. “I want to play a game. » said this robotic voice from the mask.I was a little scared of him, but giggled. He came closer and his hands went down my body. He pulled my skirt down so he could grab my ass. I managed to get the skirt off and throw it away with my foot. I was wearing green panties to match my costume. He had me up against the wall. His one hand went down my panties, and his other hand was squeezing my boob through the shell bra..