Lastly, the bottle and Red. Together. In bed. In her cunt. Her body sweaty and taunt as she fucked herself. My hands between my legs now. Rubbing myse...lf. Those images running a loop in my mind. Faster and faster...the loop and my fingers. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum but something held me back. Her words, “Have fun.” echoed in my brain. And I knew then what I needed, what I wanted. And it was there, just within reach of my bed. My hand found it and I ran my fingers along the long neck.. The balls had beenreinserted through openings in the tops of the tubes, in a new order.With his tail end blazing, Clovis had to once more slip into an entranceand begin another long search for the numbered balls from lowest tohighest. Everyone could see his red sitter. They laughed and pointed.It was so upsetting that he took even longer this time, which meantanother punishment. At least they allowed him to postpone it until herecovered from the fanny tanning he had just been given.Another. “Anderson! Stevens!” Both agents bolt up out of their desks. “Assemble a team. We have less then fifteen minutes before the president is assassinated.”“Director!” an analyst yells. “Sir, we have a problem.”“Go ahead,” Roger says walking out of his office.NSA just contacted us,” she continues. “They received a phone call about a threat on the president.”“Did they ask for our help?”“No, sir,” the analyst says.“Strandon just wants to rubs it in our faces,” he mutters.“Excuse me, sir?”“Nothing,”. The cutoffs were more challenging. Either I could pull them up high and the bottom of my ass cheeks would be hanging out, or I could let them ride low and several inches of my ass crack would be visible whenever I bent over or sat down. I opted to pull them up, since it would show more of my bare ass flesh all the time, not just when sitting down or bending over. More skin equals more attention. No insta-ho has ever looked like more of a big booty snack than I did that day.I guess word about my.