Get even meaner? Of course!!!

"So did daddy pay for those fake tits, or was it that husband of yours you treat like shit," I asked, taunting the clearly distraught woman.

"Fuck you," she panted, now turning beat red with embarrassment. She was still fanning her mouth, as beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead.

"I think it's time I teach you a lesson in where you belong on the social hierarchy, you fucken punk," the man said, as he cracked his knuckles advancing in my direction

"Ya well I don't think so," I said with a huge smile on my face, as everything froze around me. The man was stopped in mid stride a few feet away; with my piss still dripping down his expensive suit. Regina on the other hand, was standing in front of the bar stool with her mouth wide open in terror. Her upper body was leaned back due to her dress being glued down, while her white lace panties were now on full display; with the elegant dress bunched up around her waist.

Walking over to the man, I quickly relieved him of his pinstriped pants. Seeing his underwear selection; I had to give a little chuckle. He was wearing a red banana hammock that was currently being stretched due to his less than impressive erection. What made it even worse was the excessive amount of pubic hair spilling out of the sides of the tiny red underwear. I proceeded to remove the man of his banana hammock exposing his thick but short erection, which was almost completely lost in a forest of black pubic hair.

Thinking back to my time at the beach, a wonderful but wicked idea popped in my head. Picking up the man, I lifted him up on the bar stool, so he was now standing over Regina's snooty face. I went back to my bag of goodies and grabbed the glue. Returning to Regina, I lined her luscious red lips with a generous amount of the sticky adhesive, and secured them around the man's hairy balls. I doubted someone so hoity-toity had ever had anything like that in her mouth before.

Regina was now leaning back with her lips engulfing the man's sac, as her eyes stared directly into his hairy asshole. Looking back in my bag, I patted the enemas, "I told you I was saving you for someone special," I laughed, as I grabbed all four of the enemas. I proceeded to squirt two up the man's ass, and made sure Regina's upturned nose was nicely nuzzled deep within his crack.

Next I moved between Regina's legs. I could make out two distinct meaty pussy lips, that were barely being covered by her white panties. My hand traced her toned ass, until they found the edge of her underwear; pulling them to the side, I squirted the remaining two enemas deep into the bitch's bowels. Lastly I gave Regina a nice wedgie; making sure her expensive lingerie was pushed deep in that rich cunt. Her fat lips now spilled outside the lace material giving her an extremely evident camel toe.

Stepping back I restarted time. To the disappointment of my sweet ****, I had forgotten the man was walking forward when time had stopped. With time restarted, he took a step straight off the stool. I could see a substantial stretch to his ball sac before his pubes ripped, which sent him sprawling face first to the floor in agony.

Regina didn't know what to think. Her nose crinkled up from the smell of ass, as her tongue danced across her once pristine lips that were now covered in disgusting ball hair. She immediately dry heaved and began to scream like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

By this time the man had made it to his feet, and was moving gingerly towards the locker room. He had one hand covering his erection and the other cradling his balls.

"Troy, don't you dare leave me here you asshole. Come back here and help me," Regina whined, trying to wipe the foul hair off her lips; not even realizing her other lips being fully exposed.

Stopping time, I fell to the ground laughing at what had just happened, and what was still yet to come. Looking over the frozen Regina, I had to decide what to do next with her: leave her to figure out the upcoming situation herself, get Troy back in the mix, make sure her humiliation is more public than an empty bar. Oh what to do, what to do?