So the folks at Public Disgrace threw a dinner party for Charley Chase.
It turns out, she was what they had for dinner, if you know what I mean, and I think you do:
Before it was over, she was the well-spanked centerpiece:
Sadly, I don’t think she got to eat much dinner. Sure, she wound up with her face in the dinner more than once, but it was like feeding peas to a two-year old: a little bit in her and a whole lot on her.