Isn't it time you surrendered?"He could not speak. He felt himself nod. She reached out her hand, andhe took it. He felt the other patrons stare. They...knew. They all knew."Hand me your belt, Gabby," she said.He fumbled with his pants. He pulled off his belt, a nice brown leatherbelt. His pants fit tight enough so they did not droop.She looped it, then pulled it over his head. She tightened it. It closedaround his neck, a makeshift leash.Then she grabbed the other end, and she led him toward the. " She commanded. I was so nervous but I did as I was told.I laid the front of my body down onto the cold wood desk, my legs strait.She calmly walked round to the back of me, I could feel her brown eyes burning on me.I silently gasped as I felt her lift my skirt up and rested it over the small of my back.I felt so exposed."What pretty round buttocks." I heard her softly claim. I gulped.She reached her hand out and softly ran her bright red finger nails over my bumcheeks.I softly whimpered as she. Nbaru non-breeders were there in throngs, sitting at the small tables around the stages drinking and eating and making their selections for the evening's sexual entertainment. Those few breeding males who came in were seated in a different section, treated to the finest in food and beverage and catered to in every way but sexually by the sexy and seductive girls. Massages were a big favorite among the breeding males, as was watching the girls with their Nbaru lovers or, even more popular, each. He writhed in his seat at her ministrations. After drowning his dong in her spit for several minute she suddenly dropped his soaking member and sat up. ‘Don’t stop,’ her lover whined, ‘please.’ ‘No, Anthony,’ she said firmly. He looked at her quizzically. ‘Tony is a boy’s name. Anthony is a man’s name,’ she said, ‘You’re not a boy anymore, at least, not to me.’ He nodded, his eyes still expressing desperation. Her oral attention had pushed the pressure in his balls to an excruciatingly mind.