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recorder in my sport coat pocket, and we were all getting loose enough to head to someplace more private. I needed to pee (they of course had already been once, but God bless them, at least they didn’t go together) so I excused myself. There was only one stall, and since I had to pull my panties down to pee, I had to wait until someone finished using it, so it took several minutes. As I came back to the bar, I knew immediately something was very wrong. There was Mistress Anne talking to Karen and Diane! They were talking intently. Diane looked sort of confused or consternated, but Karen was smiling and sort of laughing. Momentum kept me walking toward them, and as I got within earshot, I heard her saying, “Here he comes now - I can prove it.” She grabbed me by the shirt, quickly undid two of my shirt buttons, and before I could react, said in too loud a voice, “See, he’s even wearing a bra tonight.” “What in the hell are you doing?” I said. “The better question is what in the hell are you doing. I’ve explained to these two ladies that you are a complete sissy, but that I didn’t know you were a cheat also. They’ve told me all about how you passed yourself off as an unattached stud. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. You have a very faithful wife, and you have me to keep you in line.” “But you put me up to this - this was all part of our bet.” Now Karen weighed in. “Oh, so is that your story. That’s even more disgusting. Not only are you a freak, but you hustle women on a bet?” I was completely speechless. I couldn’t change the bra. If I argued the bet angle, it just got worse with Karen. If I denied what Mistress Anne said, she was just going to keep telling them more, and I could tell the two hot ladies plus two guys were starting to notice what was going on. Before I said another word, Mistress Anne said, “Give me your wallet.” “Why?” “Now, or this gets worse for you fast.” “OK.” “OK?” “Yes Ma’am.” “That’s better. And your car keys. And what’s that bulge in your coat pocket?” I had my hand in my pants pocket pulling out my car keys, so before I could react, Mistress Anne pulled out the tape recorder. “Is this a tape recorder? Were you taping this?” “Mistress Anne, I...I...I was just doing…” SLAP! Diane, who had been watching all this in stunned silence, had come alive and slapped me, hard. “You’re disgusting,” she said, and by now, one of the women in the group of five or six looking on said, “Yeah, go girl.” “Ken, you get your sorry ass out of here,” said Mistress Anne. “I’m keeping your car - here’s a dollar for the bus. By the time you get to my house, it will be after your bedtime, so I better find you in bed, in your pink nightie, asleep when I get home. And you don’t need this,” she said, holding up my two-thirds full scotch and water. She pulled out my waist, pulled the top of my panties up and away from my stomach, and turned to Karen and Diane, by now completely surrounded by three other women |
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Great Job
