Sir sucked a block of ice from his soda and pushed it into my pussy along with the egg. I swear it was no more than a few minutes, and in popped the assistant’s head. I looked around frantically, so sure that everyone could hear the loud incessant purring of the instrument of torture pleasuring my pussy. Sir had got up and impaled my shithole with his cock, I was forced onto the arm further and it bottomed out in my cunt easily. The assistant leaned closer to me and spoke loud enough to make sure that anyone in the surrounding change rooms would hear, “I smell a dirty cunt.” Sir smiled at my embarrassment. I looked around frantically, so sure that everyone could hear the loud incessant purring of the instrument of torture pleasuring my pussy. I did so, only slightly reluctantly in the dark. I just knew I would not make it another 2 hours. Sir was not letting me have any control and I was told in a firm voice, “Fuck the arm of the seat.” I wanted to blurt out my safeword, but I
