Chantelle’s Punishment
Chantelle and the Butt Plug I shifted uncomfortably behind the cash register, trying to pay attention to what the customer was saying. I was distracted by a few things. The nipples on top of my tiny breasts were hard enough to cut glass and showed through my bra and the thin dress I was wearing. My pussy was wet enough that it had soaked through my thong, making them uncomfortable and I was sure that everyone in the store could smell how turned on I was. But the main source of distraction was the little purple plug stuck up my asshole, reminding me of its presence every time I moved. It had been in for four hours, and it would be another four before my shift finished and I could take it out. I wasn’t …