No one will. You can end the scandal even easier than you began it. It's a good plan. It has to work. Do it!Michelle opened the door of their dressing...room and stepped inside. She paused, looking back at Busy with raised eyebrows. Busy frowned and put her hand on her hip as the door closed behind her. "What?" Excuse me for asking this," Michelle said, "but why did you break up with your boyfriend? I'm curious."Great, Busy thought. She just gave me the perfect opportunity."He was an asshole,". My nipple seems to be bright red in protest. I slide my finger into my mouth to savor the taste of my pussy juice. I suck on my finger like I would if I had a nice big cock in my mouth. Deciding my clit can't take being ignored any longer I flick my finger against it. Teasing it, as it grows with arousal. I gasp, biting my lower lip, soon I make circular motions all over my clit, rubbing faster, and faster as my body begs to cum. Caught up in my own self pleasure I don't hear the door click. The blond guard started to sing a little song. I remember the chorus was “You are my bitch, my little bitch.” I would like to be her bitch.“Dismount,” the brunette guard commanded, “You will get your turn.” The brunette guard went behind me and put her fingers up my ass. She seemed to be taking the longest time before she pulled out her finger. I have to admit that I enjoyed it. They noticed that my cock was getting harder. I was ordered to walk to the next room. There was a redheaded guard. I quickly recognized it as a large, studded dog collar! She smiled and said, "I thought you'd appreciate this. It belonged to your boyfriend Barney when he was just a puppy. It's kind of like you're going together now! Isn't that sweet?"Once she had the collar in place she asked, "Am I going to have any trouble with you, bitch?"I looked at her cruel face. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the bright yellow plastic of the cattle prod. Between the prod and the pictures she took yesterday I.