The stage was raised and behind it a panoramic view of the lake behind smoked bullet proof safety glass. The bar areas were to the left and right and ...irectly ahead in the balcony. There were tables for 2-4 people all around the dance floor and a safety rail about three feet in front of the stage that ran the entire length of the stage.To the right side of the stage as the crowd looked at it, was a loading dock from when it was a store. A band could pull up, unload their stuff onto a lift, have. The shame filling mybeing."I am a Pig whore.", I said meekly, with eyes lowered."Yes, I know", she replied.Shame shot though me. I blushed."I am looking for a big breasted slut to use me." Damn you to hell, sweet pig. I suppose you need to be abused?",she replied lustfully.I was mortified. Was my need for abuse that obvious?"Yes mistress. Please slap my tits."I stood facing her. She smiled cuelly, took my tits out of my dress,and slapped them hard. I nearly fell over. Shame filled me.. What I’ve done. It moves right on down the line.A group of teens, not much younger than me when everything tumbled off axis, stare the hardest. The longest. But unlike the rest, their mouths don’t move at all. They don’t need them to, which both fascinates and disturbs me cuz it’s another reminder that the world doesn’t stop moving even when you do. It keeps on advancing, sometimes for the worst.Their fingers, replacing the cupped hand whispering of childhood I remembered, tip-tap across shiny. I can't take my eyes off the screen. My pulse is quickening. I can feel the head of my cock starting throb as it gets even harder. I wish I could join them. I take a dildo from the table and start licking its head, putting it between my lips, sliding it into my mouth. I suck it, fantasizing, wishing it was another man's cock.My other hand is rubbing my cock, fully hard, I can smell the faint hint of precum. I slide my boxers off. It feels so good to have my cock free, jerking it, rubbing the.