The Error...

She realized she had erred, “MMMmmm!!” as another sharp sting struck her left breast… It was supposed to be a simple little booth for earning cash, “HHMMMph!!!” “Right on my pubic hair!” she shouted. With all the college classes going strong this year and being one of the freshmen in her dormitory, “MMph!!” “OOO!!” “That hit a bit low!”, she was assigned to work at the booth. The other girls giggled over their ideas… She ought to have suspected something was amiss. They took a photo of her while making a life-size cardboard cutout that would serve as a target for rubber bands, marked with specific spots and points for each hit. “AAAA!!!” “Hey, it’s getting quite tender there!!” The day arrived at the party when she got to her booth early. She noticed someone had sliced three holes into her portrait: one over each breast and another down by her crotch. Before she could question Sara about this, Joleen seized her from behind and taped a strip of “MMMM!!!!” tape across her mouth while others bound her arms behind her back and secured her to a central post at the rear of the booth. With herself tethered there, they swiftly removed her clothing. They positioned the cutout before her and pushed her breasts through the openings. She believed her pubic area was visible through the lower hole. All day long she stood behind her own smiling image while rubber bands rained upon her exposed skin. Several times she attempted to shift but remained immobilized. “If I escape this spot, I’ll make sure a few girls pay for what they’ve done! AAAAAAA!!!!!” There was no way out of moving. On the positive side, she wagered this booth brought in more money than any other. This had to surpass even the Kissing Booth!