At that moment Denise knew she'd lost and the best she could do was retire from the field with as much grace as she could muster.She gathered herself,...using a napkin to dab her eyes dry. She'd have to visit the Ladies room and redo her makeup, she knew. It took a heroic effort, but Denise managed to stand, go up to Anne and give her a hug, telling the taller woman, "Thank you for saying that, Anne. I hope you'll be happy." Denise looked at Stan and for a moment she almost lost it again, but she. The compliance to his wish also brought her a new sense of achievement , knowing she had pleased him and would be rewarded as well. But was also quite embarrassing when he asked for a report of the experience and then consequently coerced her into admitting the pleasure and arousal she had derived from it. He seemed to enjoy these little “interrogations” as he called them and despite her initial response to such discussion, he had convinced her to admit that she, too, like it very much. It was. She cleaned up as best as she could and usedthe sink to make sure. She saw one lady face shoved ina john while her mistress was striking her ass with ashort strap of some kind. She didn’t want to go throughthat as she walked back in the bar room and saw Melissastill sitting on a stool.Melissa called her over and told her to sit on thestool beside her. A drink was already on the bar.“Drink up slut,” demanded Melissa.Joan took the drink and tried to down it in one gulp inher. He shot her a devilish look.“Just getting it ready,” she said. She arched on her tiptoes and kissed his bottom lip. “I’ve been clenching my ass all day wishing it was you.”“Good girl.”He smacked her butt and kissed her hard. As their tongues danced together he swept her up like a ragdoll and carried her to the living room. He dropped her near the sofa. “Bend over.”She gazed over her shoulder and eased on the back of the sofa. He knelt behind her and spread her legs and ripped down her panties..