A tall thin man dressed in a black robe stepped up to the middle of the stage. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen. We have an incredible show lined up for ...you today. This beautiful slave has been a very, very bad girl and deserves to be severely punished. Her good master has so graciously decided to let you all witness!" The square came to life with the sounds of clapping and cheers. The sound was so loud that it felt like a thousand drums were painfully playing in my, each drum beat carried with it. She saw how sorry I was and how nervous I was for her. She smiled reassuringly and whispered, "It's okay, mom, really."But it wasn't and I knew it wasn't.I tried to put this in perspective. I knew that no matter what else happened she would enjoy the experience of lying underneath Tommy and feeling his large cock sliding in and out of her. He's a rotten, child molesting bastard. But I can't imagine not enjoying getting fucked by him. Be that as it may, I knew that this was wrong and that it was. I rolled down my window. "Take your position in front of the car." Fuck you," I heard him say. I backed the car another ten feet. He limped after me. His little cock was hardly visible, chilly air causing it to retract into the curly blond hair."Take your position in front of the car," I repeated the instruction for his benefit."Fuck you," he said. But when he saw me move the gearshift to reverse he stepped lively, limping to where the hood of my car would hide his bottom half.I took another. ” I let out shaky breath and took a few steps back. I was so nervous, the only dancing I’d ever done was classical ballet, and that wasn’t really sexy. At least, not the sexy he had in mind. Will must’ve sensed my apprehension and smiled at me reassuringly. “Just relax, you look beautiful in everything you do. Just let it come naturally.” I closed my eyes and began undulating my body, imagining a wave going through me. Slowly, I gathered up the bottom of my dress over my head and tossed it.