Barbara locked the office and got in her car for the ride home. The day had gone smoothly, but the ride was a non-stop series of bumps that bounced her up and down on the wooden seat. Robert had commanded an elongated butt plug for the ride home. She felt it drive into her ass each time she landed on the seat.
In the meantime she worked through the customized gears. The clutch and the accelerator had been stiffened to give her legs a good workout. The near constant motion of her legs kept the dildo moving in her pussy.
Finally she arrived home. She parked the car in the garage and entered a small anteroom. As always, she stripped to the skin and entered the small shower. She soaped herself up and down and then cleaned herself with a scrub brush. Its bristles actually felt good on her skin, except for the tender places between her legs.
Meanwhile Robert watched her from his home office.
"Let me see you clean your holes, now."
Barbara took a custom brush off its hook. The brush was covered with soft bristles and almost two inches across. Barbara poured the custom soap on the bristles and made sure it was completely coated. Next she spread her legs wide, opened her pussy with one hand, and eased the brush inside her. She sawed it back and forth and felt the astringent lotion. She finished in front and chose a different brush for her backside. This one had stiffer bristles and a small enema tank in its handle. She shoved it in deep and emptied the liquid down her ass.
"Five minutes."
Barbara now had to get on her hands and knees with her ass to the toilet and hold the fluid inside her until releasing it.
Tom had picked up Molly in his custom limo. She climbed into the back with him and gave him a kiss and a hug.
"Why don't we go for a little ride before dressing for dinner," Tom said. "Molly, go ahead and mount up and strap yourself in."
A Sybian was mounted on the floor of the limo directly in front of where Tom sat. There were dual dildos attached, as well a nubbed rubber piece where her clit would soon be. Molly removed her panties and sat carefully down, guiding both dildos inside her. There were straps attached to either side of the Sybian. Molly pulled them up over her shoulders and tightened the buckles. Now she would have nowhere to go.
Tom unzipped himself and offered up his cock to Molly's waiting mouth. He held a remote in one hand and pushed a few buttons. The machine clicked on. Molly felt the dildos vibrate inside her.
Tom put one hand on the back of Molly's head and pulled her down onto his cock.
"Be careful now, because if I feel your teeth even a little bit, this is what you will feel in return." He pushed a joystick on the remote and Molly's ass exploded with electricity. Instinctively she opened her mouth as wide as she could and attempted to scream. Her throat opened as she gulped in air. Tom took the opportunity to drive his cock down into her throat. He held her face against his groin, only pulling his cock out enough so that she could breathe.
Tom played Molly like a fiddle with the remote control. The dildo in her ass was expanding and contracting over and over. The dildo in her pussy was pulsating and rotating. Her clit was getting hammered. With his cock in her mouth and throat he could feel her tension as she approached her peak. Each time he would dial down everything stimulating her. He was driving her crazy.
Eventually, Tom's driver pulled up in front of the residence. He had thoroughly enjoyed Molly's performance on his dashboard movie screen while the limo operated in automatic pilot mode. Just as they arrived Tom brought Molly into a crescendo of sensations. Her ass was on fire but her pussy felt like silk and velvet. Her clit was swollen to twice its usual size.
"Be a good girl and cum now Molly," she heard Tom say. She felt everything go up another notch, and that was all it took. She convulsed violently as the orgasm overtook her. Tom held her head down on his cock. He loved the feel of a woman's mouth on his cock as she came. He held back from shooting his load so he could punish her later for failing to make him cum. Life was good.
It was a small intimate restaurant of only 6 tables. Two had been joined together for the foursome. The other 4 tables were each occupied by a couple.
"Tell us about your day, girls," said Robert.
"Robert first let me thank you for the dildo in my pussy. It made driving to work a lot less unpleasant."
"Did you just say 'unpleasant'," Robert interrupted. "Who gave you permission to use a negative word!?!"
"OMG I'm sorry, that was my mistake. I'm so sorry. I loved the dildo and the clit buzzer, thank you so much for them."
"So now you think it's OK to lie to me?" thundered Robert. "We both know you didn't love them, you detested it, didn't you."
Barbara hung her head in shame. "You're right. I am so ashamed." She thought honesty would be a better way to go.
"There are a lot of things you do that you hate, aren't there?" Robert questioned. "That's the point. No fun for me making you do things you enjoy. Although it does seem like you totally enjoy the orgasms I allow you to have."
Tom Malone decided to join in the fun.
"Robert, you realize she insulted you twice just now. Are you going to let that go? I think some sort of penalty would be in order."
"Good point Tom, but I suggest that Molly gets equal treatment, if you agree."
"For sure, why don't you go ahead."
Robert thought for a moment and came up with this.
"Girls, I want you to stand up right now in the middle of this restaurant, remove your panties, and hand them to me." Robert owned the restaurant; he wasn't worried about getting kicked out.
"Robert, please may I speak?"
He waved his hand.
"Please have mercy. Not in front of all these people. That would be so embarrassing."
"I will grant mercy this one time. You may both go to the ladies' and remove your panties there."
Barbara and Molly stood up and practically ran to the bathroom before Robert could change his mind. They came back, each carrying a panty wadded up in her hand. They stood before the table, unsure what to do next.
"Put your panties on the table, then you can sit down."
"Hold on a minute there Robert if you don't mind," Tom weighed in. "How do we know that these are the panties they were wearing? What if they were carrying a spare pair?"
Just then two waiters arrived, carrying the dessert course. They both stared, but neither commented on the panties as they set the dishes down.
"Hold on a minute gentlemen," said Robert. "Can you help me with a dilemma? The girls here were just instructed to remove their panties, but I'm not sure they didn't hide an extra somewhere. I'm just wondering how I can be sure they've done what they were instructed?"
"I could go look in the bathroom for you," suggested one of the waiters. "See if I see a suitcase or anything."
"I've got a much simpler idea," said the other waiter. "Why don't you have them lift their skirts so we can be sure they went guerrilla, and I'll be happy to feel them up to make sure they aren't wearing any see-throughs or something like that."
"Fantastic idea," responded Robert. "I like your thinking. Stand up Barbara, stand up Molly. Barbara, what would you say is the primary function of your panties? Cover your ass or cover your pussy."
Barbara could not believe that Robert could ask her this in front of strangers. "Cover my pussy, Robert."
"All right then. Girls, turn and face the waiters and lift your skirts to the waist."
Barbara and Molly stood absolutely still. Their faces turned red and their necks flushed. After the day Molly had, she just could not summon the will to walk away. Barbara had given up that idea some time ago. Life with a wealthy man like Robert just had too many advantages. She saw, according to their badges, that the older waiter was Sam and the younger one Tony.
"I think I need a 360 degree review of this one," said Sam as he stood in front of Molly.
"Turn slowly girl," instructed Tom.
"I don't think she's wearing any panties; at least it doesn't look like it. I'll just verify that by touch."
He reached out with his left hand and cupped Molly's hairless pussy. He palmed her ass with the other hand.
