“Get up!” I ordered Sherry.
She climbed out from between my legs and sat down just in time for her to face the waitress when she asked if we wanted anything else.
“You bastard!” Sherry hissed.
We all laughed at her embarrassment. She flushed a deep beet-red that radiated from her face to the tops of her still exposed tits.
“I don’t think we need desert,” I laughed. “We’ll each enjoy a Rusty Nail though while we relax.”
“Very good, Sir.”
Our waitress couldn’t suppress her smile of delight. Sitting before her, looking like a used whore, was one of the club’s cattiest bitches. A trophy wife that enjoyed making everyone’s life miserable.
The staff always had fun surreptitiously watching her degradation and seeing the results of her being a filthy slut for me.
I decided to make it more fun for her when she came back with our drinks.
“You said your name was Terry, right?” I asked our waitress after she brought our drinks.
“Yes, Mr Gantry,” she replied.
“This slut has displeased me. She couldn’t make me cum with her face and needs to be punished.”
Terry’s eyes twinkled, “That’s unfortunate, Sir. Can I do anything to help?”
“Yes, you can. I want you to spank her for me,” I said.
Terry grinned. “Oh, yes Sir. It would be my pleasure.”
I laughed. “I thought it would.”
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