"You know, you are just likemy own Barbie doll! Maybe that's what we should call you Barbie!" "Yah right, I don't think so!" Suit yourself. Now I a... going to give you a choice here, I have acouple of eye shadows I can use that will match the lipstick and nailcolors I already picked. We can go with a smoky look, blue, or green?"I had no clue!!! My face burned, and I could tell I was blushing likecrazy. "Um, just uh go with the smoky one." Wow sexy!" Again that giggle. You know, normally. Therewas definitely something inside, but the glass was too darka green to be sure what. So I bought it and took it home,figuring I could get it open there.I heated the bottle's neck with steam until the waxsoftened, and I peeled it off. The cork was a lot morestubborn, but it finally popped out. There was an immediatejet of smoke from the bottle's mouth, accompanied by aroaring sound. The smoke didn't disperse but formed anodd-shaped cloud about eight feet tall, reaching just to. This was rich, snobby, Lainey Patterson. She wasn’t supposed to be wanting to fuck someone like me, regardless of my marital status. “You do realize that I could go to my husband and tell him that the TV guy came on to me and he could ruin your life, right?” she shot back with that bitchy look of her’s. Clenching my fists, I could feel my blood begin to boil as her stern look morphed into more of a mocking smirk. As tempting as it all sounded, at the end of the day, I was married. I’ve never. One inspired elderly man wrapped his lips and almost toothless mouth around one of her nipples and sucked her so loudly that the audience applauded his relentless audacity.She shuddered at the affront to her dignity but knew it was only a small sample of what she was certain to face in the hours ahead.All of the onlookers were there on personal invitation from Heather because she wanted her humiliation to be seen by her fellow practitioners of the unusual fetish of degrading oneself in front of.