Liar, Liar

Mark sat next to the woman. "Tell me your name."

"Debra Helton."

"Do not lie to me. Is that your ring?"

"No." Debra blushed. She was not sure why she said that. Lying was second nature to her.

"How often do you lie to men in bars like this?"

"All the time. Um, if you'll excuse me." Debra started to get up.

"Stay in that seat."

Debra sat back down.

"Buy me a drink."

Debra called the bartender over. "I'm buying him a drink."

Mark ordered a Long Island iced tea.

"What's going on?" asked Debra.

"Nothing. You're just being very friendly and honest. Is that not normal for you?"

"No," said Debra, and since she could not lie, it was the truth.

After Mark got his drink, she saw two men come in. "See those two men?"

"Yes."

"Offer to buy them drinks in exchange for one face-fucking you, and the other rubbing his dick against the back of your head until they cum on your in the men's room. IF they refuse, beg. If they still refuse, buy them the drinks anyway. Either way, come right back here after you finish, and if they cum on you, don't wash or wipe it off. Go."

A trembling Debra went to the end of the bar where the two men were.

"If I buy you drinks, will one of you face-fuck me while the other rubs his dick on the back of my head until you both cum on me in the men's room?" she asked.