Sequel to My Online Kink Match Part 7

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I hustled when I got up leaving things out for breakfast for the boys on the table. I picked up Barb on my way to work and checked her into for surgery and was informed that while she could be checked into pre-op it was likely her surgery would be pushed to the afternoon. I told her I would call and at noon to see when it was scheduled and hopefully be here when she woke up. She did not seem scared although I would have been so I left her the good hands of the nurses. They wheeled her off to a pre-op room where she would be prepped. Barb had been in a good mood and felt no ill effects from the night before. I was sure Susan was not in the same condition. I would call her husband at noon. When I got to work I sent an e-mail to him explaining that her surgery old be pushed back so he should not have to hurry and promised I would be there shortly after work probably in time to be there when she woke up. One more Susan session down and four to go at this point. Next week was already planned out as another protein exercise with her in the Glory Hole. Now I had to plan the one after that. I finally decided that perhaps I should pursue some public *** since she had been so upset about changing in the parking lot last night at Smart Save. Or perhaps I might do something outdoors or even combine the two themes. I knew many of us girls had out first sexual encounters in the front or back seats of car and perhaps I could combine that in as well. I thought perhaps I could get out two office workers in on it if I needed some volunteers. They were eager volunteers. At that point Barb would be back into action to some degree as well and she would want to participate. Based on his less than enthusiastic response to the first session withSusan, I doubted he would participate in the future for some reason. Just a gut feeling. The more I thought about it, the more a night of exposure seemed to the the likeliest option. If we used a car – no perhaps a bus or a van – we could move from pace to place. At least it was a seed of thought. I worked hard all morning only pausing to cal the hospital and found out that Barb was ow scheduled for surgery at 3 o'clock and would be in recovery , it all things went well by about 4:30. I gave the boss the news via e-mail. I took a walk to talk to Susan's husband preferring it to be somewhat private. I was surprised when Susan answered the firms phone when I called but recovered fast.
“Susan, this is Anna, your mistress. Have you stopped burping up sperm yet? How are you feeling?”
“I feel like the entire Chinese army has used my mouth as a latrine and like something fell on my head.”
“How did your husband like your photos and videos?”
“He loved them and now he is talking non stop about me doing a weekend thing with some friends thanks to you. I hope you know I hate you!”
“I knew that before we started. I am just making it permanent. You still have four sessions left and I mean to make your life a living hell in each of them. How do you like the thought of making love to men covered in fur like ***s?Ever hear of the furry craze? You might make a pretty pet after all. Now may I please speak to your husband?”
“Hang on Bitch.”
“You will get some strokes for that mo0uth of yours!”
I was put on hold for a while and then he came on.
“Thanks Anna for making sure Susan got home ok last night. She is a bitch but she is my bitch after all and I do love her no matter how difficult she is. Of course these sessions are at least giving me some real leverage these days. I am working up a weekend retreat with some friends to allow her to explore her new limits. She can't hide since you gave me those pictures.”
“ I hope I did no not leave too much of a mess for you to clean up last night. I know when you unwrapped her you were likely surprised. I imagine she will be sore for a few days and not likely to use her mouth either. She had a rough night, but she seemed to enjoy it.”
“Oh she did alright. She told me so before she sobered up. I just dumped her clothes and put her in the shower and let it run until the hot water was gone. Then I put her to bed. This morning I made her get up and come to work regardless of how she feels. She needs some real home discipline and I plan to start giving it to her.”
“Well next week is going to be another protein night for her. I was wondering if you will mind if I pick her up and drip her home afterwards.”
“Sure, have at it. She needs some structure in her life and protein is good for her to get used to her for my plans for her.”
“OK then, I will pick her up and drop her off on Wednesday afternoon and have her home hopefully by 10 pm. Have you got anything for me to use on her or thoughts for what she might really hate?”
“Well not really since she hates everything and everybody to some degree. She truly does not like being with the rougher sorts around town, thinks they are below her for some reason. She hates anything public though since her reputation is at stake. Just please do not get her diseased.”
“I will do my best but cannot promise you anything at all. Anything about what you might like to do for the last session?”
“I thought I would rent a nice hotel room and turn her into a hot wife. I would get a kick out of watching her trying to pick up men in a bar.”
“Well hold that thought and we will expand on it next week when I call you.”
“Ok the, look forward to your call.”

I hung up and thought a little about the hot wife idea. It was something that could be expanded on perhaps with a little pretend blackmailing thrown in. A germ of an idea was growing in the back of my mind.

I hustled at work all afternoon and left as soon as I could. When I got to the hospital I was able to set with her in the recovery room. She was all swaddled up in bandages around her face and her breast area. Se also had to donate something, I suspect fat, from her ass as well. I didn't know but she also had a little liposuction to reduce her middle on top of all else. While I sat with her, he showed up, I had gone over my confession about Barb having to restart her clock.
“I am really sorry I lost my attention Barb managed somehow to get cunt fucked several times. I guess I just forgot but remembered after. She will have to restart her count now and I know both of us deserve to be punished”
“Well it happens. I forgive you but both of you will be severely punished of course but it is no big deal. I trust you did not participate.”
“No, I didn't.” I said emphatically.
“Well points for you not that it will help with reducing your punishment. I know it is easy to lose perspective when you are managing things so don't overthink it all. Just admit guilt, take the punishment and move on.”
“Yes Sir.! Thank you Sir!”

We sat by Barb's bedside for a while and talked while she was regaining consciousness. I explained what I intended to do with Susan and he told me, as I expected he would, that he likely would not play a part in that but would keep our sessions up. I gave him an update on the podcast, the studio and the state of work and also on what we had done for Barb's sites as well. He was pleased with all of that. I did not ask why he was not going to participate with Susan but I thought he was just bored with it as I was as well. I think he just wanted to do our thing. She was just a distraction.

Barb slowly woke up and took a sip of water through a straw. I would be a few days util she could eat solid food and a few more to feel comfortable talking. She was tired but she was glad to see the flowers our worker boys had sent to her and the flowers he and I had gotten her as well. I would take her home over the weekend and she would spend most of it at our house so she would be able to rest in my spare bedroom. I, of course had a punishment session to attend on Saturday night. I knew it would be a bad one for me.

I got to the match for the last few matches and watched the boys compete and the did well. We stopped for fast food on the way home and that pleased them. On the way I was surprised that they talked among themselves about the cruise. By the weekend I had the forms filed out for the expedited passports and sent all the paperwork in including Barb's since I had gotten a picture taken of her before surgery just for this reason. The e-mail cam and I started the laborious process of filling out all the guest information for the five of us. I could not submit it until we had the pass ports but the site saved the draft pieces. I started to go through the excursion and looked at all the things there was to do on the ship with shows, games, Bingo, group activities, recreation activities and *** activities. There were several clubs I wanted to tr out and of course host of places to eat as well. I looked through the boys clothes to make sure we had something decent for them for dressy nights and selected some dresses for me. I needed to get a new bathing suit since I had lost so much weight and I wanted to get a tan before we went. I would use the Saturday Spa Beauty Parlor time to use their tanning booth.

I went to the hospital to check Barb out, the doctor ha decided to keep her for the weekend so things eased up a little for me for over the weekend. I remembered to ask for the session and sent him an e-mail for Saturday night. He came back to me and init he only said he was going to renew my limits on some areas. I wondered what he meant. He also reminded me to study my questions hard since I would be the only student and he intended to test me hard. I had not slacked on my studying although I was a little light on my Latin exercises.Some of the homework I had done with the boys over the years was coming in handy as well since I found many things were redundant to me from that. None of the boys had taken Latin. I was to wear my Schoolgirl outfit Saturday night.

Saturday morning was nice. I had my hair done, tanned myself and got a massage as well. I was well relaxed and my body was pretty much unblemished from bruises. When I left the spa, I felt like a new woman. I spent some of the afternoon reviewing my lessons while the boys watched football on tv and felt confident.

As usual when I dress in a costume, I dressed in the garage to avoid seeing the boys and left my clothes in a bag hidden so that I had clothes when I came back. When he opened the door I could immediately tell by his demeanor that this was going to be a rough session. I took position in my spot as usual at attention with my hands behind my head and he immediately inspected my dress and my body, finding small ***s such as tie askew, collar not straight, socks not pulled up correctly and the shoes not shined. I was bent over and he inspected my bottom with satisfaction seeing that there were no bruises at all on m behind. He was glad to have a clean canvas to practice his art it seemed. He started with a long and very hard hand spanking with me over his his knees this time with me wiggling around as he warmed my ass. When he was satisfied, he had me bend over in the punishment position and gave me a layering of the board. I hate and *** the board above almost all else. First it hurts like hell and it bruises deeply. After a session with the board, my ass is always a deep purple over layered with the welts and decorations from the other implements used thereafter. He put all of his strength into his swats on my ass and thighs. As he hit me, I moved forward each time and then propping myself back into position. Things were lengthened as he insisted I not move. I tried but his strength overwhelmed my ability to stay back although I did limit the forward movement. My beautiful makeup job from the parlor was smeared with tears as I could not hold them back and I whimpered as the board struck me again and again. By the time he was done with that,I was sure there was nothing left of my ass not touched. I felt him running his hand over my bottom and thighs and marveling at how hot they were and how much he enjoyed seeing the high blush come to my ass cheeks and then starting to turn purple which I knew that I would have black marks within a day or two as well. His fingers slipped between my legs and into me as he checked to see how excited I was. He fingered me for a while which seemed to help me calm down a little. I kissed the belt when he presented it in front of my face. He continued and welted my ass widely as he used it at full strength as well. Then he worked my thighs over as well. By now I was getting so sore that I was mewing, groaning and moaning out of m mouth. He made me take a ball gag in my mouth to keep me quiet. I hate ball gags since they stretch my mouth so open. The only gag I hate worse was a ring gag which goes behind my teeth and stretches it even further. Also I hate the way they make you look since you are so *** and not able to talk. He made sure he paid attention with my camera to the gag in my mouth and I was sure those shots would be featured in some way on site in the future. I was sure I looked horrible with the gag in my mouth and my make up running down my face. He gave me a small breather as he took pictures of his latest masterpiece he was ***ting on m ass. When he was done taking pictures, he removed the gag from my mouth and produced a new box from his duffle. I saw out of the corner of my eye it was a but plug trainer kit and he opened it up in front of me. It consisted of a series of plugs running from small to very large in a series of five plugs. The size normally used on me was the one in the middle. This time however he removed the largest one, silver in color with a large blue fake gemstone on the base end. It had a very wide flare in the spade like structure and it was about twice as long as the one in the middle. He had me lube the plug up with my mouth, telling me that part of punishment was also *** and that I had to learn to take that as well. He unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor not bother to move it away so it was bunched around my ankles. I allowed my saliva to drip onto the plug from my open mouth. I was scared and truly felt I would never be able to take that huge thing inside of me. Then he held the plug in front of my mouth and I tried to get my mouth around it. I could not get it all the way in.
“You best make it slippery since you are not going to get any lube tonight.” this scared me even more and I licked around the large base and the stem as well as the flared out area. Before he took it away I spit as much on the tip as I could.

He positioned himself on my left side next to my bent body and started to work the plug into my ass. I had loosened up enough previously that tip inserted easily enough but it soon required some harder pushing to make it move forward and then the back and forth movement started with it moving inside of me slowly.
“Stand fast!” and I pressed myself backwards against the forward movement to allow him to press it further inside. As the flare widened he was pressed harder and moved it in and out and I groaned and complained as he did, making sure that I would be getting extra strokes from the cane or whip in the future.
“Stop the noise, or I will gag you again. It is time you for you to take something this big” Do not tighten up! I tried to relax but the *** and the pressure seemed to be too much for me to relax at all. He pressed harder and it moved forward a little more making me want to move forward but her again reminded me to remain firm in my stance. It seemed like forever for him to finally get it into me and when he did, it suddenly seemed like it had a life of its won and slid forward fast being stopped only by the base as my asshole slammed shut of the little stem. If I thought I would get some relief when it finally went in, I was wrong. Instead m stomach cramped up and I could hardly move my body at all for *** of making it worse.
“Now we will see how you stand up to the whip. Remember how big that plug is and how it makes you feel.”
With that admonition, he picked up the large dressage whip and I knew this was going to be tough. He decided I would receive 20 strokes for my movement and noise during the preparations. The first line of fire crossed my ass high up and he methodically worked his was down my ass and then onto my thighs. I had no choice but to stand stoically since any movement of my body fore or aft caused me more cramping. My shoes started to leave the ground as he hit me with the whip. I would stomp my feet and he would wait for me to get ready for the next stroke. He did not ask me to call out ready but preferred to make the stokes something of a surprise. I would hear the whip whistle in the air and then feel the stroke trying not to tighten up my ass cheeks but failing most of the time even though I knew tightening up would just make things worse. When he was finally done, he allowed me to rest for a few minutes while he attached the combination dido and clitoris stimulator into and on me, making sure it was belted on. Now he switched the inside of my legs and around my ass hole and down between my ass cheeks. When he was satisfied, he took up the large whip and again and the test started after he had put the vibrator on low.
“I am interested in how much the *** causes you to get excited.” he said conversationally “so we will leave the vibrator on low as I whip up your excitement.” Now he asked questions of me from the sheet of two hundred questions and when I got them wrong he would provide a stroke with me on the wrong end of the stick and give me the right answer at the same time. When I thought I had answered correctly but had not, the surprise was such that it made things worse since my body would move involuntarily. He had set the bar for extra strokes at 90% so I had only had twenty questions I could get wrong without getting extra strokes. I scored a 92% mostly due to Latin phrases so I cheated him of his extra strokes on my ass not that it would make much different. When the test was concluded, he checked me for wetness and found me extremely excited.

He told me “Hold tight now. You are going to get a measured whipping at full strength.” The measured strokes started to fall and all I could do was grit my teeth and take it. They fell with regular timing and strengthen and I felt my excitement grow towards an orgasm despite the low setting of the vibrator. No matter how hard I tried to stop it, it just continued on building. I never asked him to allow me to cum until I was on the verge and he allowed me to and I felt the rush and my arms wobble and then crumble. I had the first real massive orgasm in some time. It seemed I was to get no respite since b the time I regained my senses I was on my back, with my nipples and tits banded up and he was switching the front of my body. I thrashed around a little and noted he had taken off my blouse, shoes and socks as well as the little training bra I had worn. When he was satisfied with how my tits looked, he ***ted my nipples with that burning pepper juice so that they swelled out even more. I was breathing hard and sweating from exertion. He tried to sit me up and I cramped up but her persisted in rolling me over onto my stomach. Things were all confused for me. He had removed the vibrator from my cunt and he ***ted the lips of it with it with the pepper juice furthering my intense ***.Then he put the combination vibrator back on and put it on low intensifying my discomfort even more. All I wanted todo was to lie straight to avoid cramping. Nest I felt him ***ting my ass with broad brush stokes of his pepper juice and I felt my ass heat up intensely. He allowed it to drip toward my ass hole but the base of the plug did its job and none seeped into that area.

I felt him pulling me to roll me over again and then sat me up suddenly cramping me up again as he did and I bent forward touching my nipple to my knees on the edge of the bed. This was a much rougher session than I had ever experienced. He pulled me forward and turned me to face the bed and ***d me into an upright position with my hands behind my head. He took some pictures of me from the far side of the bed and then some of my backside for which he was so proud. By standing still in this position, my cramping started to ease as my body adjusted. I was breathing hard in and out of my mouth trying to regulate it. I sounded like an old steam engine puffing away He relaxed in his chair behind me observing me. My legs were getting cramped up by standing on my tip toes. I could feel it in my calves. Finally he turned me around and had me got onto my knees in my spot. My shoulders wee heaving up and down with my sobs. My tears were streaming down my face. I was a wreck. He pushed my head down to his crotch. When I tried to take my hands from behind my head he said “No, unzip me with your teeth and use your mouth to get me out.”
I struggled to get his zipper down and get his pants unbuttoned. I tugged his underwear down with my teeth and thankfully he was erect enough that his member flopped out his pants. He grabbed my ponytail and guided my mouth onto him. Soon I was bobbing up and down with him guiding my movements. When I got him good and slippery, he pulled my head down hard and pushed himself down my throat holding my head down on him. I fought my gag reflex as he told me to look into his eyes as I fought it. Then he released the ponytail a little and I bobbed up and down on his cock.for a few moments before he held my mouth down again. This time he started to lecture me, “How does it feel, whore, to deep throat me/? What does it make you girl?” Of course I could not answer but that seemed to make no difference as I ***red up at him fighting my gag reflex. Finally he allowed me some air and I bobbed up and down again. This went on for some time, with him berating me for my whorish ways and telling me how much he enjoyed a girl who could take directions and how I was a cock sucking whore. I was being humiliated as I gave him my all and I felt like really was a cock sucking whore. He never let up on me, making me wink at him while I had him deep inside my throat and then having me hum some tunes for him as well. Then it was time for to bob up and down with him guiding my head. Never once was I allowed to take my mouth off him as he berated my cock sucking skills. I had forgotten all the *** on my ass as I tried to satisfy his demands. Finally I felt him getting closer to cumming and I thought he would shoot it down my throat but this time, he pulled away from my mouth and shot it into my face. When he was done throbbing he had me clean him with my mouth. Then he pushed the cum into my mouth telling me to keep it there and not to swallow. I kept my mouth open as he directed the cum into my mo0uth, think i=of what I had seen at the party when Susan had herself covered in cum and cum from Barbs mouth dribbled into her mouth. I kept my mouth open while he took a few phots of my filled mouth and then I was told to swallowed he videoed the act. When competed, he rubbed the remaining cum off m face and into my nostrils so that I would smell him. While I labored I was sobbing and tears continued to flow. Finally he allowed me to rest a little and then put me back into the punishment position with my toes pointed and my calves strained. He turned the vibrator mechanism up higher and started to whip me to completion, this time forcing me to wait until he gave me permission to cum. We went through me asking for position four times before he allowed me to cum to completion and I did so with a rush and gush as well splattering my legs, my skirt on the ground and the bed with my wetness. The inside of my legs were slimy with cum and I felt him lift me onto the bed face down. The waves crashed over me over again and it was some time before I started to recover. I was shaking when I regained my senses. I had felt him working on my ass while I was out of it. I was surprised to see my tits unbound and my nipples as well because I was now on my back. “Welcome bak to the world” he said as he rubbed a cold beer can on my forward. He sat me forward a little and dribbled some water into my mouth which I sucked at eagerly.

He massaged my body with soothing gels and we chatted as he did so. Well mostly he chatted since I was still recovering As he did, he informed me that he had to gout of town again for the next week. Next Thursday was Thanksgiving and I assumed he had some family obligations which I understood. The bottom line was that he would not be here for either the Tuesday or Wednesday sessions. He wondered what Barb had doing for Thanksgiving and I informed him that she was going with me to my Mom's place with me and he thought that was a good idea. He also told me to expect a few more packages this week some of which he wanted me to take on the cruise and some that I might need for Susan's sessions. I told him I would take care of it. As he turned me over and did my front, especially my tits, I told him about whee we were with the business stuff and that the guys had been very helpful thus far. He was pleased. Finally I had recovered enough to clean myself up and dress while he cleaned up. We walked out of the hotel together with him holding my arm. As we passed the clerk, with me in my schoolgirl outfit, I turned towards her and stuck my tongue out at her as we passed. He did not notice but she made a grimace at me. He kissed me lightly when we got to my car and held my door as I eased myself into the driver's seat. He reminded me that we would have out regular Saturday night session and I should study hard. Then he threw the new questions and answer sheet on the passenger seat next to me. “Call me if anything goes wrong with Barb's recovery” and I told him I would. I drove out of the paring lot and headed home. I was delighted when I got home and looked at my body in the mirror seeing four stars in a line at the top of my ass. As I took a step towards the shower to get the pepper juice off my body I winced remembering him taking that huge butt plug out of my ass. I think it hurt more coming out than going in. I slept well that night. On SundayI visited Barb in the morning and the boys and I skipped church this week. The big discussion around the table was who was going to bring what to Thanksgiving dinner. I was assigned the green bean casserole. I made the big announcement that I was taking the boys on a cruise over Christmas and then also reminded everyone that Barb was coming for Dinner on Thanksgiving. My mom made a little face since she did not approve of Barb at all and hadn't since we were in middle school.

I took an hour off the next morning planning to work through lunch and picked Barb up, take her home and get her situated. I got her into bed and arranged some snacks and water for her is she needed it. She could get to the bathroom by herself and I suspected she was playing a little at her predicament. She looked a little like the invisible man in the old black and white movies on tv. He had told me the night before that she would get her piercings next week when she felt better and doctor had given his ok for that. I wondered how that conversation had gone. “Please Doctor, cans she be pierced in her nipples after a big boob job within a few days?”

After work I returned home thinking what the boys would say with her changed appearance but true to the nature of *** boys, they said nothing at all except to ask why she was recovering . I just told them she had an operation concerning girl issues and they were satisfied. It did not take long and Barb was up and around the house, bored silly.

Barb was getting her bandages off on Tuesday andI took her to the appointment. When the face bandages came off, she looked like a raccoon who had a fight. With sunglasses however, however, she was acceptable in polite society. Her nose was a little nipped and her eyes were wrinkle free around them. The rest of her face it was not really too noticeable but it seemed tighter as well. The doctor gave her some creams she was to massage on her face twice daily and she was to avoid the sun for a week or so. Het tits were another issue however. They turned out spectacular as I figured they would. She had opted for implant and they were very firm, sticking almost straight out from her body. The nipples were reduced a little due to the stretching but the doc said they would go back to normal within days. Tome it looked like the doc had used a little more than less on them. I wondered what they felt like to her. She was a little unbalanced when walking so they must have added some weight to her front. Certainly she had to get some new bras and other front wear to make up the difference since otherwise they would stretch out her shirts. She had no serious restrictions except to avoid sun for a while and then when she was ready she could start short excursions out and about. She of course claimed immediately that she was ready and wanted to go to Susan's session the next night. After some whining, I gave in and agreed she could go but not participate in anyway. There was little to participate in anyway. I talked to hi later that night on the phone and he greed she could go if she felt up to it as long as she did not participate. He also told me to get her back on her blowjob schedule.

Wednesday morning Barb celebrated her new tits giving our two workers blowjobs. She also called her nerd friend and arranged a date for that afternoon where she logged another blowjob after their lunch together. The workers and new boyfriend both loved the sight of her tit but were not allowed to touch since they were still sore. She just displayed them.

We picked up Susan that night on time and headed off towards the city. She asked where we were going but I saw in the mirror she seemed to recognize the Adult Super Store when we drove in.She did not seem to be surprised. We took off her top and jeans to redo her stencil in the parking lot, getting some whistles from guys heading into the store. When we were done inking her up with the stencils, we marched her into the store naked. Barb carried her clothes. The clerk directed us to the back and I saw my first state of the art Glory Hole, not that I had ever seen any Glory Holes before. The owner was proud as punch with it, since he had just built it this last summer. It looked like it was built of smoked plexiglass but he assured me that it was actually one way glass. On the inside, when the lights were dimmed in the room and the lights were on inside, the participate could not see through the glass or plexiglass. Instead it was like a mirror for her. The men outside however could see her inside and everything she was doing. If they could not see well, she also had several cameras on her at all times which were fed into large screen TVs mounted high so everyone had a front row seat. Each wall had on hole in it and participating guys would line up and she would service them in order as the lights over the hole went on. A red light above the hole meant someone was waiting but not ready. Yellow indicated that hole was next and a Green light above indicated that where she was supposed to be servicing. It was a model of efficiency for blowjobs he argued. I had not reason to doubt that was true having never seen a blowjob assembly line. Barb and I took Susan into the room and saw that it was true that she could not see out but everyone else could see in. There were large signs announcing that photography and videoing was not allowed but I was sure that was never followed up on. In any event, we insisted Barb should be allowed to video and photographed her from the outside and inside the box as we desired since we had supplied her. The owner was happy with that arrangement. When he was put into the box, there was no one in any of the lines but held outside by the clerk in the store. All three red lights were on and we made sure she understood the rules and showed where they were posted inside the room. There was plenty of hand creams and towels so she could clean jp between customers. She was not to spit on the floor and since there was no other place to spit, the implication was clear on what she should do with the discharges. She sat herself down on a little bench that was installed in a neutral corner waiting for the lights to go on. She would not know who she was blowing even if she could recognize them. They would be strangers to her.

Barb and I came out of the box and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as the customers started to flow in and get into line. Obviously many of them had done this before but one or two seemed to be nervous. Most of the nervousness disappeared when they saw the girl they would get a blowjob from. The men were allowed to arrange themselves in line as long as they did not cut in line, they were also allowed to get back in line after they wee done as well.

Barb was filming as the first light went on and the guy stepped up to the hole sticking is dick through the hole. Susan approached the hole with the green light and dropped to her knees in front of it and fondled the guy hard before beginning the first of many blowjobs. When she finished and swallowed the first guy's protein shake, she cleaned up her face a little and moved to the next hole to light up. It seemed pretty degrading and disgusting to me but the guys seemed to love it. I started looking at the guys that were lined up. Many of them were pretty disgusting themselves, some looking homeless or drunks, some seemed to be just blue collar guys and then there were a few businessmen also getting their jollies. I wondered how long Susan would last since her mouth must get tired at some point. Many of the guys had fine specimens for tools, but most were just average in size. None of them cared one way or the other. The loads that went into her mouth also varied with her dribbling some guys down her front and others went right down the hatch. Regardless Barb just kept videoing. Susan tried to keep her self clean and would clean up the guy before she blew him with a sanitary wipe. It was not long however before he had cum strings hangin g from all kinds of parts of her body as the guys came outside her mouth or onto her face or breasts. No number of cloths and sanitary wipes were going to clean that mess up. I hated to think of the poor janitor who would have to clean up after this shit show. She started to take longer as she went along through the night. She was obviously pacing herself just trying to get to the end of her shift or perhaps she was tiring out.

Barb seemed excited about all of this but I found myself wishing I had not set this up. Now that it was going on however, I allowed it to go on. I did remember the large trash bags however so that we could just wrap her up after this was over. After a she was about third of hr time through, another girl came in and was also allowed in the box. I wondered if she was paid or a volunteer. There were no tips after all. With the second girl, Susan had some chances to rest. The guys still slowly entered the room however they came more slowly until only two holes wee being used at once if that. Soon it ended up being one at a time and the time between the guys arriving slowed down as well. When Susan finished her time, Barb collected her and brought her outside the box leaving the other woman still blowing guys. We put her into her garbage bags and sealed them tight around her legs, her arms, around her neck and her middle. She looked like one of the old California G***s who stepped out to the tune of “I heard it through the g***vine” from the old commercial as we marched her outside. I spread a large towel over the back seat as we loaded her into the car. When we got her home, her husband was outside and motioned up to take her around the side of the house. He had taken the bags off from her and was hosing her down with a garden hose as we left. I wondered if the neighbors ever wondered what was going on at that house. I actually felt sorry for Susan as I drove us home. She had gotten no prizes or presents or tips tonight. I wondered what she did get out of it at all