The vibrator in my pussy, held in place by a pair of panties, suddenly hummed on, buzzing at its lowest setting. " ... it's ... um ... used for."Mr. D...mien Fairburn smirked in the back, leaning back in his chair. Miss Missy Sullivan had scooted her desk right next to his, something students weren't supposed to do. But they were my Masters, so I could hardly tell them off. Miss Sullivan leaned over and whispered in Mr. Fairburn's ear. I gasped as the the vibrator clicked to the setting two; a. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights.Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was thin and in great shape. She came home with tips regularly in the amount of three hundred dollars or more on a good night.It was a country bar she worked in. She would wear the tightest and smallest. I'd gone a couple of blocks when I saw a woman in her driveway, struggling with a motorcycle. As I watched, she kicked the stand loose and it leaned over on her. I called across the street, asking if she was all right or did she need some help. She answered that she needed help.I made my way across the road and helped her get it back up, noticing that it was a Harley. Since she obviously wasn't used to handling it, I assumed there was a husband or boyfriend who drove it. She told me she wanted. Marion and Debbie were now hanging exactly like Linda and Carol had been moments earlier — arms cuffed overhead, legs separated by spreader bars, thighs bound together, blindfolded, and sharing both a double ring gag in their mouths and a double dong in their pussies. Both bound ladies now figured that they were going to get whipped, too."Girls, this is their final punishment," Jacki announced to the crowd. "We're going to leave them hanging here until morning and then make them walk home.