Bonnie apologises

It was the last thing she wanted to do.

But she had ****. She had to save Susie from spending the rest of eternity in the carnival, as a hypnotised, humiliated slapstick ****. The clown had something she needed, and there was no other way to get it.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, through gritted teeth. "I didn't know who I was dealing with. I see now that I was wrong to steal from you. Please, may I have the ball?"

The clown put a finger to his lips, looking thoughtful.

"Come on. I let you have my panties."

The clown nodded, and made a twirling motion with his finger. Bonnie took a deep breath, and let her hands fall to the sides. Doing her best to ignore the wolf-whistles and the cheers, she gave the clown a full-body twirl, letting her see her in her pantsless state from every possible angle. The twin hemispheres of her bare plump bottom jiggled pleasantly in the lantern light as she spin, pale legs flexing, biting her lip as she resisted the urge to shield her pussy from prying eyes.

"Now may I have it?" she said, doing her best to remain polite.