Won't you, cunt?"Even though I didn't think it possible, I felt my blush deepening. Every time I think that I can't get any more embarrassed he proves me wrong.I nodded stiffly. It was true. I would. I knew this, whatever this turned out to be, was going to be more than I could take. But there was no way out now without ruining my life. By only hope was that Ted would keep his word and my husband wouldn't discover my horrible infidelity.His friends, however, were still skeptical."You guys don't believe me?" he asked."Yeah, right," they replied in a chorus of disbelief, obviously not believing a word of it.He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of my dress the rest of the way.I looked around the bar furtively. It appeared that nobody in the bar could see me. Ted had me completely obscured from anyone else in the bar. Only he and his friends were in a position to witness my further humiliation.I slowly unbuttoned those last three buttons with fingers that never seemed to. As I had taught you these last few hours, you waited on my convenience. You flinched as my wet, icy cold hands touched your outer thighs, guiding you to lift your buttocks. You did as far as you could and felt a pillow slipping under you. The relief, just to have that pressure on your aching butt soften a bit. If you were really lucky, it might be time to remove the plug, its pressure was becoming intense. And yes, I did touch it, and slowly, tantalising slowly, I edged it out of you. You tried to push it out faster with your muscles, but I stopped you. Control, I had absolute control and you submitted. I forgave you and continued to gently pull on it. Once it is half out, I changed tactics, pulling it quickly, and watched your surprised little rosebud gape for a second and then clench closed again in relief. You couldn’t contain your muffled moan or the twitching of your arrogantly flying flagpole. Your legs must have been aching, your groin muscles had been pulled apart for.
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