"Whew," I said with a nervous laugh. "I can't believe you did that to me. That 'Ex-Bitch' on your collar is not quite accurate."I said it with a smile...but she chuckled and said, "I do have my moments still. You could tell Charles and he might spank me, but more likely he would want to see you model it for him."We went into a restaurant to have some lunch and, after we ordered, she gave me the package she had bought. "Take this and your purse into the restroom. You know what to do."I didn't. I just hissed, as I began to feel wet between my thighs.He then made me bend over the counter. He grabbed a bottle of some lubricant from his purse and poured a generous amount between the crack of my ass.He suddenly spanked me again and rubbed more oil all over my butt. I then felt his coated thumb entering my very tight asshole and it slipped easily inside, passing through my tight sphincter."That sweet asshole had been fucked before, you, filthy bitch…”He whispered, as he slapped my buttocks. Amazingly, all the women were hot, all different, but everyone had a tight outfit showing off wonderful curves or skin. I think I was in heaven, women, curves and skin, all my fantasies.A women from the table of two came up to the bar, me, undressing her with every step, couldn’t help but feel a stirring within my loins that made me anxious, she just had a voluptuous shape, a hip hugging skirt and a wonderful cleavage. The top she had on was a crisscross type that seemed to make the folds. ....but Cassandra would, after they switched back. Hmm..."Okay, let's do it," she said to her fellow captor as she pushed him back to the squishy mat."Really?" his face lit up as he sat back down.She unfastened his pants and yanked them and his jock strap down, freeing his hard dick. She was impressed with the size...she figured it was about 7 1/2 inches, and nicely thick.She unfastened her skirt and pulled her (Cassandra's) soaking wet underwear down and off. Then she removed her top and bra,.