Those two weeks were hell on Laura. She felt like she lost herself, became little more than a pair of tits and a dripping cunt. She paraded around the bar with her breasts bare and covered in sperm, and her fuckhole barely concealed by a short skirt. She stared at the other beautiful, naked girls, and at the erotic things happening on the stage, and her pussy got so wet that it drooled, cunt juices visibly trickling down the inside of her thighs. She told the customers that her name was Kitten Tits, and shared details about her sex life, and asked them if they liked her fuckhandles. At first she tried to keep her sharing relatively innocuous - "I like kissing girls" - but under the influence of the drugs and her horniness public they became more explicit and humiliating - "I raped my girlfriend today" - "I pissed naked in my backyard this morning" - "I let my boss cum on my face". She was barely conscious of much of what was happening around her. The drugs kept an erotic loop playing in her mind of the ways in which her sticky breasts and throbbing twat had been used so recently. She thought about raping Erica, about fucking her girlfriend while people in the street watched, about raping her while Michael filmed. She thought about Amy licking her cunt and sucking Alistair's cock and being raped by Candy. And she thought about her training videos - good sluts and bad feminists, how to let men fuck her face, how to spread her legs for cock, how to keep her hands down like an obedient bitch and let men do whatever they want to her boobs and cunt. She needed her masturbation break early, every night, retreating to the changerooms and violently fingering herself to a much-needed orgasm, before trying to dry her Brunette pussy by transferring as Oral Sex much juice as possible from her snatch to her mouth. She came back giving head out flushed and smelling of cunt. But by the two thirds mark of the evening she needed to touch herself again. She found herself following Edgar around, pleading in a whiny baby-girl voice to be allowed to finger herself again. "Please let me masturbate," she heard herself saying, hating how she sounded. "Please let me cum. I need to touch my twat. Please." Edgar ignored her at first, before finally telling her if she needed to play with herself again she could do it on stage, where everyone could see. Laura gratefully accepted, and crawled up onto the stage as soon as the 69ing girls currently using it were done. She felt another part of blowjob herself dying inside, as she made the transition from waitress to performer, deliberately showing her cunt to a male audience and playing with it for her amusement, but she needed to cum so badly she had no other choice. She lay on her back on the stage, removed her skirt to leave her nude except for her collar and high heels, spread her legs, arched her hip to give the men in the bar a good show, and started to masturbate. She tuned out the audience as best she could, concentrating on her internal loop of erotic imagery. When she finally orgasmed, and opened her eyes again, she was initially surprised to be reminded where she was, and then deeply embarrassed. She blushed a bright red. He wanted her Brunette ready for later on Oral Sex when he’d be able to try her for the first time so he slipped a small vibrator inside her vagina setting the intensity with his phone to low for now. She's unbelievably tight. Just playing a game with a friend, getting away from Betsy’s teasing and the complexities of magic. Ahead out the window the sky is already darkening. In between kitchen and dining room and runs across to the Great room. “You don’t have to phrase it like blowjob that, but you have to be honest. Call me then.” I said before reaching behind her with an arm and pulling her close to me. I crushed her against me and slid my hand low to her round and curvy butt cheeks. She smiled as she realized this was more power than she had felt in a long time in her short public life. I thought he would never stop. “That’s great!” I said putting my arm around her shoulders. “Mom, don't be afraid of what happened, it—” "I am not, as I realize why you did giving head it, though in the future?