Small salad. No dressing

Your father gets to the front of the line and begins ordering food from the cafeteria worker who seems to notice you more than he does. Dad holds himself down your throat while he orders a large meal for himself, along with the biggest desert. You begin thinking he forgot about you, but adds a small salad for the lady. No dressing.

You can figure out what that probably means, but it's not your biggest concern, as the man behind you now has four fingers in, working them fast and beginning to add the thumb. You begin to struggle with all your might to dislodge your father's cock from your throat to complain. Your father begins getting frustrated holding you down.

"Christ, Sarah! Fine! Here." He says angrily, pinning your head to the edge of the counter with a sharp thunk, to keep your from moving back while he begins to brutalize your face in earnest. The thumb works its way in and begins trying to **** itself deeper, matching pace with your father as it pushes harder into you as you struggle.

Your order is set down and without warning both men remove themselves from your body. Your father quickly jerks himself off on to your salad as you collapse to the floor, heaving, gagging, and holding your ass. "Was that so hard? Don't be such an ingrate all the time."

He picks you up from the floor by the hair and offers you his dripping cock, which you gladly suck clean for him as you try to catch your breath. You're just glad to have the hand out of your asshole. You look for the other man, but he's already gone. You look back and so is your father.

You pick up your semen covered salad and begin looking for somewhere to sit, feeling suddenly very naked with a tray under your bare breasts and limping pitifully.

Several men are already staring.