The bus finally reached the corner of High Street and Thurman and came to a stop. I stood and walked to the door as it opened. I stepped off the sidew...alk and heard a middle aged woman mutter, “Honestly! I never!” as the door closed again. I sighed and pulled out the small scrap of paper I had written the address of the bar on as I walked down Thurman.I heard music as I approached one brick building. I read the sign over the open door that declared the place “The Den.” It had been as easy to. Her father had told her she was to obey me and not be a nuisance (though he clearly gave in far too much to her), her mother quietly told me after our last night together that, even though she was a lovely girl, Avril could benefit from some discipline. She all but said that if I had the opportunity I should give her some.That first evening was the opportunity. The cook went to trouble to remove the gristle and bone from the stew (for my benefit I suspected), and, whatever the meat was, it was. My dad had predicted that there was a lot of nice things to see and he proved to be right. The women there were all beautifully dressed, one even more gorgeous than the other. And their looks... incredibly sexy and sensual. Their long, wavy hair, their wonderful shapes that were accented even more by their dresses. And best of all, of the several hundred guests, more than half were female! The table was arranged in such a way that my company consisted of only one couple, the rest were all. My nipples get hard in the cool air of the bathroom and the story I have been working on for over a week seems to be going no where. All I can think of is the fullness in my ass. My breasts get heavy and tight and pussy now running juices down into the crack of my ass I can feel every little movement as though all of my nerve endings are fully exposed. I slide a hand down and push against the base of the plug and feel myself contract around it again, this time in pleasure. My other hand.