Spent the whores flopped onto the floor whilst Dave and Russ went for a can of beer. There you go boys their all yours again. What went on for the nex... two hours would be described by some people as totally disgusting but to me and the others it was a fantastic fuck fest. I and my twelve friends treated Fiona and Alice like the whores I had conditioned them to be. Their pussies were totally abused as was their mouths by all of our cocks before we shot our seed deep into their wombs or covered. The waitress gave me a disgusting look when she came over. "I'll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken." he told her. When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. "That's interesting." My husband turned to me "What are you." he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He looked threateningly at me."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." Nice to meet you, Pauline the slut. What brings you here." My husband then told. Reflexively turning about, Jeff took note of the fact that more and more of the people who were sitting at tables to his rear were beginning to crane their heads upwards. Taking his cue from them, Jeff did likewise, only to see what appeared to him to be a gleaming chrome hula-hoop tracing a circular path above the heads of the seated patrons. Three times the chrome hoop made a circular route above the perimeter of the outermost tables. Then, on the completion of its' third revolution, having. Before we even got out of the park, however, themovement of my foot on the pedals was rubbing me raw. I pulledover and said that maybe we should wait for a while, and I mightbe able to move without causing so much pain."But Steve, its almost midnight - I have to get home or mymother will ground me for a week," she wailed. She thought fora minute and suggested, "I know what we can do," and she reachedunder her skirt, wriggled her hips, and produced her panties."Here, why don't you put these on.