Waiting a reasonable length of time we gave Robbie’s new pop gun it’s first real world test. You remember me wanting a bigger EMP pulse gun. Well ...Robbie made me one. It wound up looking like one of those old Bazooka your always seeing on the old war movies. Five and a half feet long, a six inch diameter tube that flared to nine inches at the business end, weighing close to twenty five pounds, and with a handle grip and simple trigger at its balance point. Robbie assured us it would freeze. I’m still to this day not really sure how it escalated. I think I ended up having to use the ladies room, but somehow I ended up inside the men’s room with two of the guys I had been teasing the most that night. My tits were never really the biggest, but they started groping me as soon as they shoved me into the handicapped stall, locking it behind us all.There were hands all over my body. My tits were getting assaulted as one of them shoved his fingers into my mouth, causing me to gag and. .Vera:Sitting in the back seat of a minivan that appeared from who knows where -- that Major Howard, I guess -- I tried to figure out what the big mistake had been. Maybe it was a bunch of little ones ... I had stripes on my ass and my pussy was a little sore and my mouth was a little puffy. I was embarrassed and humiliated and worried that I'd gone too far and Ollie -- or Master, as he was to be called for the foreseeable future -- was irritated enough with me that he might dispose of me, one. The reward might be 20 points or it might be permission to smoke a cigarette in peace for a few minutes the next time we stopped. Neither of us chose points over a chance at a puff of a lit cigarette that first time.One example of a game, was that Master told us to take turns spanking each other. I’d spank Chastity’s ass ten times and then bend over and be spanked by her ten times. We alternated popping each on the tits, ass, and pussy. The goal was to do it until one person gave up—the first.