You see me watching you and give me a big smile and ask, Having fun?. All I can do is nod, and the next cock has been shoved into my mouth, and I begi...n sucking away!!! Over the next 30-40 minutes, I suck and get fucked by what I think has to be every guy there. But then everything stops for a moment, and you, who look pretty happy and relaxed yourself, tell me to roll over onto my back. This takes me a minute, because of all the cum all over me and the table, things are pretty slippery!!! Once. She continued to stare, her mouth opening and closing."Move your ass you bitch!" he shouted.She jumped, then slowly, hesitantly, moved over to the table across from him."Mommy stop him!" I yelled "Pleeeeassse" I wailed."Grab her wrists and hold them there!" he barked.I felt another, smaller pair of hands around my wrists. I tried to jerked my wrists away when he let go but my mother held firm.His hands undid my pants and yanked them down and off as I sobbed in anguish and humiliation. He leered. Some of the bars are very open about dancing and some are a crazy place for the leather crowd to openly fuck each other in dark corners. I've always favored bars as it's more relaxed, slower, more teasing, more, you know, more pleasurable.When you enter, always go to the bar to buy your first drink. You can snuggle up to a friendly looking guy to get at the bar and find out you got between him and his partner but sometimes you will cause a hunk to smile at you and even grope you a little while. This was his private fantasy. Not meant for the public.Not meant for anyone but himself. This fantasy. This beautiful woman he hadbecome for tonight. Taut. Sensual. Erotic. A dangerous thought. Daring. ?Must be seen by some one. Some man.? Make thembelieve he was real. Yes. How? Go to the bar? No, no. Much too dangerous. Someonemight see him. The hotel staff might recognize him and throw him out. Worse,they might not know him and think he was a call-girl. A trollop. A Hooker.Picked up by the.