“Thhnkphs mmu…”

These words (okay, not words, gagged whores like you don’t talk, they mumble) come as a bombshell. The one that blows up the dam, and now all water runs to you.

By water, you mean the women that surround you with pantyhoses in their hands.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Some smacks are light, as if the girls are shy… or they are still finding the range. Others are notable. And they all make you humilitianingly wetter. Because you are helpless and tightly bound.

All you can do is just moan when the slap hits you hard, or stick out your ass when you want more. Because you secretly do, you whore.

But the slaps by that blonde stand aside from others. They are malicious!

She slaps not only your face. Your butt, your tits, your crotch are good enough for her too. You feel strangely proud of that.

The blonde smacks you as if she wants to beat all the crap out of you… or out of herself?

Because after the tenth or twelfth slap (what a good **** you are for counting them!), looking sweaty and washed-out, she shouts at you:

“Got it, whore? Got it?”

And when you mumble something like “Thm whmomr gmmopht mt”, she sits down on the floor completely exhausted. Linda sits next to her and they talk about something, and then the blonde leaves the store with a bag full of pantyhose.

But other women aren’t going to stop...