!

I think back on all the times Macy has groped and humiliated me. My booth babe gig, that time at the coffee shop, the art exhibit, and countless others I dare not linger on.

Does she deserve mercy? Maybe, but a man can only endure so much before he reaches his limit, and unfortunately for the buxom brunette clinging hopefully to my arm, I'm well past it.

I grab her thong by the waistband and yank on it, giving her an immense wedgie in front of the gasping crowd. Then I give her two quick slaps on her impressive derrière, one for each cheek.

Macy squirms and squeals as she helplessly endures this humiliation. Her eyes closed and her face red as the crowd begins to laugh.

"Stop it! D-don't look!" The whimpering woman says as she sinks to her knees in a pitiful ploy to cover herself.

I simply pick her up and cop a quick feel of her natural, and frankly exquisite breasts as I turn to the crowd, harder than I want to admit, and say, "Any of you girls want a feel?"

I then push the petrified policewoman into the crowd, walking away as they swarm her like piranhas.

"He-hey! C-cut it out! Gimme that baaaaack!" Macy moans as I gather up Pincho's and Pancho's leashes and spot Thomas Jefferson galloping back towards me with a… brassiere in his mouth?

"Good boys," I say as TJ leaps at me, barking happily. I grab his leash and start to smugly walk away, momentarily forgetting I'm practically naked.

In the distance I can still hear Macy calling.

"Ahab! Saaaaaave meeeee!"