On the other side there were the bins, standing above the height of both of them, with garbage crowning the top like mountains. Georgia’s back was ...gainst the wall, but she knew it was behind her, and in front of her she was trapped by this new figure that was scaring her. The figure pulled out her t-shirt, and his hands went up and grabbed her breasts. She didn’t struggle or shout or try to escape. She was very, very confused. That she was being sexually assaulted still didn’t make itself. Of course it is all a fantasy, you can’t take your prize out of the park at the end of your stay, but you can take the memories, and judging from the throng of people inside, that was good enough for a lot of guests.But I was really only here to get something to eat. In the foyer of the restaurant the handsome young Maitre D’ greeted me with a smile. “Eating alone, ce soir, madame?” The French accent was convincing. “Yes, thank you. Just me.” “I could arrange some company if you prefer?” “No,. As I leaned over my skirt hiked up and exposed my butt, it was so short there was nothing I could do about it. I took his penis in my mouth and started to suck on it. The car next to us honked, and I felt so humiliated. I continued sucking on him, I heard several shouts and whistles, and I knew that people were watching me give Marco head. I was so ashamed, and tears filled my eyes. Then Marco told me to stick my fingers in my beautiful bald pussy and play with myself. I was already so. He looked at me and said, "I have a special evening planned for you. We're going to a party tonight and you are going to be the special entertainment." He noticed a curious expression come to my face and said, "I'll explain everything when we get there." I rose from the couch to get dressed for the party when he said, "No, I want you dressed just as you are." I'm sure you can imagine my curiosity as to what type of special evening he had planned for me. Again he took me by the hand and this.