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Tears started streaming down my face, and the ladies started laughing, painting me red. Completely incapable of reacting to my predicament, I lay silently as the bartender continued. XXX Because you are a sniveling little piece of shit that deserves nothing more than to be a toilet for the goddesses that walk into my bar. My little fantasy was interrupted when the bartender told me to follow her. I would drive home and furiously masturbate to thoughts of them taking turns sitting on my face. If you fuck this up, there will be hell to pay. The question rang in my head like a broken record. She leaned her head over me and stared for a few seconds. I wanted to scream, but I felt the dildo pressed firmly against my asshole. I parked and went in.