She slapped me 10 times very hard and got my ass burning and then spread my cheeks with her hands. I could feel her fingers pushing in my ass.I had to...stick my ass up as she put some lube on my ass and then said she doesn't want to hear any sound from me. Then she took a large buttplug and slowly pushed it into my ass. Slowly and deep as it spread my ass well over two inches. It also had a tail on it.She proceeded to play spread my ass and play with my cheeks as I endured the pain from the. ’ ‘Half tomorrow the rest in four weeks, that’s the best that I can offer.’ ‘I guess that will have to do.’ I left him seated in the cubicle talking to one of the waitresses who, as I walked through the door, scurried off to talk to a man in the office upstairs from the bar. She returned a few minutes later. ‘Mr. Costanzo will give you five minutes.’ James walked through the door at the rear of the bar and climbed the narrow stairs to the next level. As he approached the office a large person. Then, as I was hoping, Sarah needed to use my bathroom. She got up and I went to get more drinks for us. I returned quickly and handed Lynnette her drink. I sat by her and whispered "I hope you approve of me and I'd like to surprise Sarah for our third date..." I should note that Sarah and I talked about the third date is where we were planning on having sex for the first time together. I already knew Sarah had far more experience than myself and attempted to use my "inexperience card". I. Helena and I talked up a storm. Her husband was an asshole; she was alone in a strange land. Resources fast running out, I supposed, and nowhere to turn. I made my move. "Helena. Any chance I could get a date with you for say next Saturday night?" I said. She smiled. "I think I could go for that," she said. "But, let's dance some more; it makes me feel human again." And we did dance some more, several times actually. We were walking back to our seats at the bar after a particularly grueling.