a hasty retreat...

Mary stood frozen in shock for a moment before violently pushing herself away from the man. She balled her fists in anger as she saw his still ecstatic expression. Semen still dripped from her slit. Unable to cope with the situation, she turned and ran up the steps to the sidewalk, tits and pigtails bouncing prettily. She burst outside and hurried away.

She heard something dragging behind her.

She turned. The leather pom poms that had bonded to her hands earlier were laying on the side walk. She must have dropped them while she was fucking. But what were they doing here? She looked around nervously for the man with the whistle. Had he followed her?

"Screw it. I'm out of here." she said to herself aloud, drawing the attention of a man passing by. He did a double take, obviously turned on by what she was wearing. Mary met his gaze for a moment but dropped her eyes. This was too humiliating.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Without a word, the man produced his camera phone and began to do just that. Mary eyes widened in horror. She hesitated for a moment, considered taking the man's phone, but ended up just hurrying away. The man watched as she turned the corner out of his sight. The pom poms slid out of sight a few seconds later, as if attached with invisible strings.