MyBabySittersClub - Petite Baby Sitter Caught Masturbating

This makes no sense. I worked up the courage to speak. “Why me?” I managed to croak out. The silent bartender found her voice and snapped at me, “look asshole, take the fucking job and maybe your little girlfriend will take you back.” That’s all I needed to hear. Reluctantly, teen I said, “Fine. When do I start?” The girls smiled. I knew something wasn’t right about this situation, but I was too desperate for Lauren to question it. Chapter 2 The bartender softened her disposition. “Tonight is your first shift. You’re going to assist our female customers with their… feminine needs.” Her tone was playful. I thought to myself, “surely she isn’t serious, am I going to get these women off somehow?” I felt my dick start to tingle. My little fantasy was interrupted when the bartender told me to follow her. As she led me towards the back of the club, Katrina said, “good luck,” and both cheerleaders started laughing. We walked passed the washrooms, and next to the women’s room was an inconspicuous locked door. The bartender riding unlocked the door and led me in to the dark, warm room. She shut the door behind me, and I couldn’t see a thing. Suddenly, she got close to me and whispered erotically in my ear, “strip for me baby.” She traced a hand down my chest towards my dick, teasing me slowly, until she brushed my dick with her hand. I was instantly erect, and her touch radiated throughout my body. She stepped back and I started taking off my clothes in the dark. Once I was naked, the bartender told me to lie down on the bench. She guided my body to a padded bench that seemed to be sticking out of the wall. Horny out of my mind, I didn’t think twice about this unusually placed furniture, or the situation I was in. My ignorance was quickly punished, as I felt my wrists become cuffed by the bartender. My feet were blonde then forcibly put into stirrups above me, locking me in a spread eagle position. In a panic, I realized there must be more people in this room, because there is no way the bartender confined me so pov quickly. I felt my head locked in place by metal clamps, and with that, I was completely immobilized. The bartender said, “we got him girls,” in an accomplished voice, and dread washed over me. The lights flickered on, burning my eyes. When I recovered, I was shocked at my situation. The bartender and two girls I have seen around school were smiling over me. “Hey loser, welcome to your new job.” The bartender said. I was shook, my anxiety had taken over leaving me paralyzed. Completely incapable of reacting to my predicament, I lay silently as the bartender continued. “This is a special club—a club where powerful women can come to exercise their dominance. One way they do that is by using human toilets.” I wasn’t sure I heard that right, things were so strange that I had difficulties understanding her words. “You have unwittingly signed up to be one of these human toilets, and so it’ll be your duty shaved to eat or drink whatever our customers produce for you. «� I don’t want to be your slave!� » She repeated more firmly My whole body shakes and trembles and I am almost screaming, “Fuck so good, so fucking good,” as I orgasm for the second time that afternoon. I mean, it was rockin' the whole booth! He nodded. Dana groaned as she tried to buck her hips while trapped between our mother and I. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and feels my knife wounds. He told me to ‘assume the position’ and I had to wait like that for ages. She let out a burst of laughter. “No, no, she's a futa,” Cherri said. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game. I waited for what seemed like an hour but, most likely just 5 minutes or so. Shaking his head, he knew he had his work cut out for him. “What about Celeste, did you even stop to think about what will happen to pov riding your relationship while you are gone” I added as I shrugged Daniels hand off of my shoulder. While she stood pondering her fate the door suddenly opened and the room was full of girls her age, giggling and looking at her curiously. I didn't make a journey to Liberty Mountain to search out a place to hunker down and wait for the world to end. “Ooh, that sounds like a wonderful treat,” Ava moaned, her quartz thighs locking around the faerie princess's mouth. It was hard to chat with the loud music, and we couldn’t really leave teen the handbags, but we sipped our drinks and watched the dancing and Pakpao didn’t ask blonde what I’d said to Bente despite the obvious stares I was still getting from the Danish girls. Glancing at Lombard lying on the floor, Leesa shaved objected, “My crewmate is injured, I must attend to him.”