“Haven’t seen you in here before.” He flashed a sexy smile that took my breath away. He extended his large hand. “I’m Bryan.“ Flirty? Abso...utely. But the good bartenders always are. I knew it didn’t necessarily mean anything other than he knew how to work a good tip.As the evening wore on Bryan continued to flirt with me, but, of course, he also flirted with every other guy in the place. About 45 minutes after I got there he took his shirt off and I nearly fell off my bar stool when he did.. Please, Daddy? My new friends should see that you own me in my asshole, too, that I can be a good girl and let you ruin me there. Is it enough yet?"The man kept up his assault of Phone Julie's pussy, clapping her thick ass. He growled again, saying something Julie did not understand."Ooh fuck, you heard Daddy, everyone." Phone Julie said. "We're not there yet, so he might just have to breed my pussy—Daddy right there!" Phone Julie interrupted her own explanation as the man railed her even. She walked around the table where Jody was staring, agog at my full ass. She then said to him, "That excites you, doesn't it?" It was more a command than a question. "This is what it smelled like." she then put 2 fingers in my pussy and held them under Jody's nose. "Lick them." she ordered. While Jody tentatively licked Wendy's fingers, coated in my juices, she deftly pulled the front of his cycling shorts down. It was wonderful. Freed from the restrictive spandex, the cock I'd been thinking. My god, had it only been four days? That cruel man had enslaved me, cuckolded me, and broken me in only four days? Maybe he was right about me all along. I’m not really a man at all. A real man would never put up with this without fighting back, right? But even the thought of pain scares me to the point where I just submit. I naturally back down from confrontation and Master uses that innate cowardice and submissiveness to his advantage. Damn I actually was looking forward to a day at the.