A month had passed since the lovely Princess Sara's brutal flogging at the hands of those wicked people. The physical agony might have been taken away...and the wounds may have healed shortly after the horror, but the memory of the ghastly pain and the public humiliation she had experienced had not left her. She was justly proud not to have cried out for mercy to those despicable people, but ashamed of the way that she had been on the verge of meekly letting go of her hold on life, surrendering. “If a straight bartender refuses to serve my alcohol and then refuses these lips around his dick then I’ll come suck on yours. How is that, Sir?”It was a bet and the game was on.“Winner gets a hot dog with anything they want on it and a bun to eat however they want and a Frosty cold Margarita. Loser eats a hot dog end first from her boobs,” I summarized the contest prize and told them to get started.Waverly and Hayden were awkward at first as they tried to find ways to look for something that. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a very adult kiss. With an impish grin and a careless, “I love you!” she was off again, chasing her sister. And all that did was buttress the feeling that I had slipped into an un-aired episode of some TV show like The Outer Limits.They skated for an hour, before gliding up to stop beside the truck, huffing and puffing, their breath frosting in the air. It had warmed up a little, and was actually a degree or two above freezing, but nothing. "Wow, little baby you are such a whore, getting all wet by just sucking my thumb.I like you better this way; all needy and horny, so submissive too. I will keep you in denial a bit more." He finished with a smile, knowing that she was craving to be abused and knowing that she would beg him to do it.Her heart skipped a beat; suddenly he said there wouldn't be any cock for her. No cock at all for the little stupid whore. That moment, without stopping to think, she started to plead. "Please, Sir,.