I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did'nt care, most of them were mums and they were'nt bothered. it was more the teenage girls ...ho did'nt like it.Anyway as we stood and got changed I remember watching my auntie take off her clothes, she took off her jeans, and then her cardigan and her blouse, she was wearing white lacey knickers and bra. I could see her black bush through the knickers. She got her costume ready, taking it out of the bag. I was getting changed myself,. Every time it lifted me up and withdrew from my body, I would gasp and then it would pull me down hard, slamming back into me until it hit my cervix and I would scream and wail again. Eventually my voice grew hoarse and only weak soft cries escaped my throat, as the creature had its way with me, forcing me to obscenely hump its face, for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes.Suddenly the creature stopped yanking me up and down and withdrew until only its tip was. The car keeping me hidden turned off the main road and now I was directly behind the car with Pauline inside, but where was Pauline she was not visible through the rear windows of the car, so I soon guessed what was going on, she was giving him a blow job, driving down a main road in broad daylight, no wonder she had no objection to having her tits on display during our journey home last night.The old guys driving was getting a little erratic, with a few sharp braking maneuvers almost causing. "A pie throwing booth?" I exclaimed in surprise. That didn't seem very original or very sexy!"Yup," Jeff said smiling. "Everyone gets to pay a dollar to throw a pie at the school slut!"Jeff led me around the backdrop. I could see the back of all the other booths as well, and see other people rummaging around."Let's get you set up," Jeff told me. There were a few holes in the wood, with sliding pieces around them. There were also two padded benches that Jeff had me kneel on, one knee on each.