" My heart sank. It was embarrassing enough to have the girl of my dreams fuck another guy in front of my face after I took her to an expensive dinner... but to have the whole party know would be the most humiliating experience of my life. I decided to play it off and hope that they would finish quietly."Thanks buddy," I said as I forced a grin, "you know how it is." I said goodbye and headed back to the main room, still holding both their drinks.I listened like a hawk for noise from upstairs as I. I decided it would be worth the wait. She saw me join her queue, turned and looked into the trolley. “Give him a medal, he found the ice cream, woo hoo.” She gave me a wry smile. It was her turn now, she placed her groceries onto the conveyor belt and waited for them to be scanned. As they were processed she lifted them off and placed them back into the trolley. I was so glad I chose this queue, every time she bent down to place the goods I was treated to a wonderful view of her ample breasts.. SSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!?Oh, my fuckin shit!? I scream. ?What the fuck have you done to my pussy??I am crying now. It’s the worst pain that I have ever felt, and I consider myself a pain slut.?Fuck you, you no good fuckin’ whore!? I scream at her. ?I will get you for this!??Mistress, this whore just threatened me,? the slave with the branding iron says to one of the dyke cops.Both dyke cops agree that I have just threatened bodily harm to another Lesbonian. Therefore, they also declare that I am in. He stroked his cock until it was fully erect."OK" said my husband "Get down on your knees and suck his cock." No way. That's not going to happen. I'm not sucking him." I yelled. "You're not turning me into some sort of whore." "Get your belt" my husband said to Pete as he removed his own belt from his trousers. I tried to get to the door but my husband grabbed my hair. He dragged me over to the desk and and threw me face down across it. He ripped the skirt off me and started to whip my arse..