I head reluctantly to the tossers

I seemed to spin more times than usual as I was tossed in the air, over and over again. I was beginning to feel disoriented. This wasn't the typical routine. Both sets of cheeks felt flushed as I realized my pale asscheeks were exposed to the crowd as I flew high above the seated crowd.

More flashbulbs seemed to go off as people paid more attention to my continued flights. I realized another reason. To my horror, I saw the tight little sweater had pulled up and released my tittycones to the delight of the male audience.

My basket toss finally ended, as did any hopes of salvaging my dignity. As a couple girls helped me regain my balance, I tried to cover my titties with the taxed material. I felt a different set of hands grasp my arms as I saw Sally, to the side, giggling.