Arriving at the restaurant I enjoyed watching the valet's eyes bug out seeing my fucktoy's huge tits on display and her hand on her dripping cunny.
I looked at her and said "Stay" as I exited the car.
Tipping the valet a $20 I said quietly
"Park my car and make the bitch blow you then straighten it up and walk it back in the restaurant. When I leave, you all can have a turn stait while I wait for my car. Don't take no for an answer."
I enjoyed his slight bow and enthusiastic "Yes, Sir!" as I walked around to the passenger side of the car.
Opening the door I said "This man is going to park the car and fuck your face. Feel free to submit or run away Christine. You know what happens to you if you don't mind your new Daddy."
I closed the door and greatly enjoyed the horrified look on her plain face. She held my gaze as the car sped away and I walked into the restaurant.
I was shown a table and ordered a Whiskey while perusing the menu. The waitress was a freshfaced blonde teen hottie that seemed eager to please so I told her that I was waiting for someone and they would have a water.
Less than 15 minutes later and I got to enjoy the sight of a freshly fucked and obviously tousled Christine walking the length of the restaurant to get to my table.
Making her sit beside me, I put my left hand on the inside of her thick thighs and pulled her legs open.
"Sit up straight slut." She quickly did so.
As the waitress walked up I pretended to still be reading the menu and said " So did you just blow the valet boy or did he have to fuck you to get off?"
The waitress was hilarious!!
Her face alternating between outraged and amused she sputtered at the side of the table and I said " Well, we want to know Christine. Speak."
"Just a just a blow job, Sir."
" Good girl." I said.
" I will have the large ribeye and a Caesar salad. The throatpig here will have water. She's been doing thirsty work"
"Only water? Uh Sir?" the poor waitress asked.
" Yeah, being away from home I may have to fuck trash like this but I damn sure don't have to eat with it."
My hand slid upwards, pulling Christines skirt higher and higher until I could get my fingers inside her snatch.
"You're disgusting aren't you? Dripping wet and excited. The humiliation makes you wet doesn't it," I asked.
" God yes, Sir."
" Good. It will make what's going to happen to you easier to handle. I want you to look around at all the good people in here. You're not like them. You're just a set of holes for men to fuck now. "
" Yes, Sir."
"Why do you think you're like this? And dont say I dont know -you DO know and you'll tell me."
"I'm not sure. I wasn't exactly molested as a child. But my mother...."
"Go on."
"When I was just out of high school my mother said that my uncle, her brother had moved out of his house and had to get an apartment because he was getting a divorce. He needed someone to cook and clean and keep house and she told him that I would do it for him."
"Hmmmm. Just volunteered you without asking huh?"
"Yes. She knew that I wouldn't tell her no. So I packed a bag and got on a plane to Dallas. No return ticket. No money. And my Uncle picked me up and drove me to his apartment. It was a mess and it was only one bedroom."
"So did he use you?"