"I've never felt a tongue stud"

"Well, then, let me break you in to the joys of body ornamentation," she says, hanging her scarlet vinyl jacket on the door hook. "Take off your dress, let me see you."

You watch her lick her red lips as she devours the lush tan curves presented before her with her eyes. She takes the dress from you and tosses it over the stall divider. It slips to the floor on the other side.

She pushes your legs wide as you sit on the toilet, taking the shiny white blouse off and adding it to the hook.  She takes your hands and has you caress her lace harnessed boobs. As you do so, she undoes her bra behind her, and brings the straps forward, entangling your wrists in them.

"Hey!" you cry, shocked as she pulls your arms to the pipe above the toilet and ties you there.

"Now you are mine!" she grins as she kneels between your thighs and begins to lap your pussylips.

Your labes flower apart as she cleaves her tongue into your womanhood. You writhe in your odd bondage as you feel the round ball of her tongue stud pummel your raw meat, causing your cuntal walls to secrete their sweet juice onto her waiting tongue.

As she feels you race to the brink of climax, the redhead grabs the discarded lipstick vibrator and inserts it into your little shithole. 

"Oh, mama!" you cry, bucking off the toilet seat.

"Now it's my turn," she says, stepping forward, her red-thatched cunny in your face.

"MMMPPH!!" you growl as you make the hot woman cream on your wildly lashing tongue, the buzzing bee in your stuffed anus pushing you further into her depths.

As the woman relaxes, she turns to step out the stall.

"Hey, wait!" you cry after her, struggling against your bonds.

"Relax!" she yells, "I'm just going to get your dress!"

Seconds later, she returns. "Uh, it's gone."

"What do you mean?" you cry.

"Somebody must've come in while we were busy and taken it."