There were often women in the groups but theyserved only to increase the depth of my humiliation, not to have sex with. Thesex acts were always with m...n. Sometimes I was forced to perform for emotionalreasons? humiliation, arousal or blackmail. Sometimes I was forced physically?tied down and fucked in the ass. Sometimes I was actually hurt? beaten or whipped.I shouldsay that except for pain and anal penetration, I could imagine myself beingaroused by all fantasy elements in real life. Still, I didn’t have a choice, so nodded in agreement. Then I remembered that there were still two things I needed to do: put on whatever was in the bag, and give this pervert a blow job.?Sir,? I asked as politely as I could, ?I’m supposed to wear whatever is in that bag. Is there someplace I can change???Hell, we don’t have no dressing rooms, sweetie. You can just do it here,? he answered, taking the bag and emptying the contents out on the counter. I recognized the dog collar and the. She felt herself elevate even more and propherself forward. Jessica grabbed the pink purse and headed back out towards the bar. Shewas in such a hurry, running up the sidewalk she didn't notice the signsout front stating, "Wet Wild Wednesdays." Jessica checked the clock at front. It was 5:15pm. "Shit I'm late," shethought as she minced to Bob's office door. All around her, girls wererunning into the locker rooms; the bar was being swept clean by busboys. She knocked quietly, praying he wouldn't. The rebuilt Homer dummies took one hell of a beating! I was glad maintenance had rebuilt and improved them, especially with five more to go this week.We had the night free, our flight out was to be in the morning. We decided we were going out to eat and then go to a night club. The pilots suggested we go to a place called the Stock Yard. It was a huge converted cattle auction site. It had several large steak restaurants and several Italian food chains and of course a lot of Mexican foods, also.