Fuck off you silly prude." It was a slap but a slap of affection not malice. I smiled wanly and left to return to my empty flat. I showered, got naked...into bed and, as Isobel had suggested, I began to stroke myself between my legs. No, I stroked my cunt. Why can’t I admit it even to myself? I masturbated, fingering myself deeply, lifting my knees. I curled my finger between wet lips, stroking deep inside and meanwhile rolling and squeezing my nipple. It wasn’t Teri I saw when my orgasm came, it. Initially, there was an amusement value but this became somewhat diminished as the struggle to restrain the girl started resembling that of controlling an escaped animal. Kedi had heard of this embarrassing evening, and how it had convinced the proprietor that Null wasn’t a suitable act for his place. Perhaps at the Bird Cage or the Revue Bar, or other coloured establishments, an uncontrolled beast like Null would be better suited, but her act would be all audience participation and no. "Tony still in a bit of a daze found himself being escorted by Izzie to some stairs, and then he realised he was in a bedroom and Izzie was very expertly undressing him, accompanied by a few passionate kisses, some hugging and some very expert groping on his now very hard erection. Tony tried to protest but he had to admit quietly that he was enjoying her attentions and he quickly decided to give in to her attentions.Then suddenly he found a naked Izzie was in his arms her slim warm body. The look. The feel as his tongue strokes my pussy deep. Fuck. He licks my pussy making me cum hard. Gushing. Seeing him suck my cock when we do a scene takes me over the edge even faster. I crave his hot mouth when he says words of devotion and adoration for his Goddess. Queen. Mistress. Also him using dirty words making me scratch him, bite him. Mark him. Deciding to allow him this scene was unselfish. I am jealous and never allow others to touch my collared slave. Viewing the pics again,.