Eventually, it all led to the breakdown of his marriage about 5 years ago.Anyway, he said that he can now only have sex if he is dressed up and that h... needs to be totally dominated and feel used. I was getting very excited at hearing all of this so asked him to show me what he had got on under the gown. I was really surprised by what I saw - he had very exotic black underwear on. A lacy bra and panties, matching suspender belt and black stockings. He had a slight filling within the bra and his. During the acceptance and training the titmaster's would be busy preening the immediate next batch for the dynasty,they carried on their attire small but powerful stinging whips which would be used on the bare bottoms,breasts and back of the pleasure women should they feel the need,often a woman was summoned for attention in a cubicle where there would be observers present and pleasure slaves who would pre stroke the titmaster's to great hardness ready for entry into the pleasure women,the. Trying to move on as quickly as I could, I decided to just get on with it. "Well, this is the living room. Just the bare essentials, but feel free to make it as homely as you like, I'm not fussy..."The tour was brief. We had a quick look in all the rooms and I could see her imagining herself living here, where she'd put her stuff, that sort of thing. All the time though I was consciously aware of my growing attraction to her. The way she laughed, not a mere chuckle, but more of a giggly laugh. If I thought this new thing that had happened to me was the end I was mistaken as I saw book-man drop the others trousers to reveal an already stiff cock which he started to masturbate as the man stood close to me and gently kneaded my tits. Obviously enjoying what was happening to him he was soon panting and moaning and his prick was only an inch from my still swollen clitoris as he ejaculated, shooting spunk over it and into my crack as book-man cried “yes, yes” His own trousers were down in.