Their eyes were glued to a flat screen on the wall. I followed their gaze and my face turned beat red. There I was on the screen with Bill and his friend spreading my legs and Eddie molesting my panty covered pussy while I hung from the column the night before. I had no idea that Eddie was filming me the whole night! One of the guys turned to look at me indian “looks like you put on a good show last night, Eddie sure knows how to make his pussy purr.” If possible, I turned a deeper shade of red. “I’m trying to be a good kitty tonight and keep you boys from getting thirsty,” I replied, trying to change the subject back to serving drinks. “In that case, another round of Miller Lites for the table and here’s a little something for your effort.” With that he deliberately reached down and pulled the front of my panties out while sliding a single down my belly button and over my pubic hair letting my panties snap back against my tummy. My cheeks still burning, I almost fell as I tried to backpedal on my skates and stuttered, “Another round sex coming up”. I started skating back to the bar and had just gotten up to speed when my panties pulled tight and I was harshly dragged to a halt by my tail. I squealed as I was unceremoniously dragged back to a table by my panties. My bum was exposed completely as the front of my panties dug into my crotch while the back was pulled away from my butt. I ended up rolling backwards until I came to a rough stop against someone’s leg and was then hauled up onto what turned out to be Bill’s lap. “Heya Tina, it’s not nice to ignore the Birthday boy.” I froze in fear and then decided maybe it would be in my interest to play with Bill a little bit. “Bill!” I put my hands on my hips and looked back over my shoulder and acted playfully indignant. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you how to call for a waitress? You nearly put me on my telugu bum and I don’t want to ruin another one of Eddie’s uniforms!” Bill gave a hearty laugh and put me back on my skates. He slapped the lower part of my bum and said “bring me another beer”. I had gotten into a bangladeshi good rhythm skating back and forth from tables to the bar. The guys generally kept clear of me when I had a tray full of drinks but were forward about getting their feels in when I headed back to the bar with their empties. People had taken their cue from the first table of the night and singles were now hanging out of every inch of my waistband as the boys got more and more personal with their tips. I was feeling pretty ok about the night when Silvia came up next to me and said, “Tina, I think its time we gave Bill his birthday present.” The butterflies went right through my tummy and I felt my hands get all clammy. Silvia must have noticed because she quickly said, “don’t panic hon, I’ll be right with you… we’ll take care of this one together!” Phil walked up and handed Silvia a birthday cake that had some kind of fancy candle sticking out of it. “You gals ready?” I house didn’t respond but Silvia gave a quick “yep” and Phil handed me some matches before waving over to the stage where Eddie was standing at the mic. The music shut off then Eddie’s voice came over the sound system. “Ladies and gentleman, the Stuffed Pussy would like to recognize a special day for a very special customer.” With that a sultry voice started singing Happy Birthday over the sound system. I skated next to Silvia as we made our way to Bill’s table. Bill and his buddies were clapping and hooting. Silvia slid the cake in front of Bill and threw her arm around Bill and hopped up in his lap. I lit the candle on the cake which went up like a fireworks sparkler with an fucked impressive array of flames and colors. It still wasn't right, so I erased indian the thought. Then she felt it again, "is he kissing my sex tit…". This was impossible. We're here for you." Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, telugu I would have to do something special for him. She couldn't just let that "little bitch-in-heat" get away with fucking her husband, right under her own roof. “Hearing you talk about it made me wish I was bread at the right time of year to have been a contestant,” Adelia moaned. "Who?" Do you mean it? In fact, it was their shared penchant for bangladeshi house working out which lead them to meet in a London gym four years before, when Sarah fucked was doing a year’s attachment to the London branch of her American law firm. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded.