I’ll pay our bill and we can meet at the front door. I need to push off.”I went to the men’s room, and sure enough, posters of naked women cover...d the walls. I glanced in the stall, and sure enough, there was a poster on the walls of the stall, too. What surprised me was the panties that hung on the back of the door on a hook. Damp and crusty, they had obviously been used for masturbation and left for others to use. They may have started as trophies from women in the bar, but they were now damp. Joyce sat beside Dan, her hand resting casually high above his knee. He stood to begin the finals with her patting him on the ass. “Come, Dan, bowl me really great!” She encouraged. ‘Bowl me good,’ was a phrase used to suggestively say, ball me, or fuck me good, by her.Dan took his customary stance, holding the ball in the palm of his left hand just below his chin released it with the usual left to right curl. He caught the left side of the headpin sending it against the other two while the. I decided to gag them. So I rubbed their panties until they were nice and wet, them removed them and used them as gags. And I switched them, so each girl had the other girl's wet panties in the mouth. Now their pussies were nice and wet, and they had a bit of pubic hair and I decided to remove it so I used duck tape to rip off their pubes. I could hear their shreaks but they were muffled by their gags.Then I put nipple clamps on them as punishment for screaming. The clamps were wired to an. But the curriculum emphasized making the most of nature’s gifts and eschewed medical alterations of any kind. The TWA coach tutors had taught her the best use of all her carnal assets, every part of her anatomy, tits included. They counselled patience for the typical man’s trance-like focus on her chest trophies, even as they impatiently pandered their own zeal for her breasts. She learned to wait out the boob maulings and then unveil her other ways to rock a man’s cock. Gus would have let Ned.