In talking with Lucille, my mother has found a kindred spirit. Further questioning of the two sluts in front of me revealed that Miss Lucille needs it...as much, or even more than my slave does. I believe the exact words that we have about both mothers is that, "It's all they can fucking talk about!" Am I wrong, girls?" No, Miss Laura." they said this together almost as if they had rehearsed it.Lucille just held her head high, daring anyone to question her needs."I would think that it would be. Some of the women wore large fancy hats with feathers. The balcony had a painted brass railing and the front were colorful and intricately detailed gargoyles.Someone had spent a great deal of time painting it. Carla's eyes and mouth were wide open as she looked around as bewildered as I was. Miguel waited for us in front of the stage. After a few minutes, we continued walking down the aisle towards the dimly lit stage which was draped on both sides with long maroon velvet curtains. At the rear. Why are you here again?" My eyes inevitably dropped to her enormous chest, with excited nipples showing through. Her expression softened and she saw my diverted eyes."Sarah invited me over earlier. It got late so I decided to spend the night." Holy shit, instant boner."Cool cool," I said, "where is the little bitch by the way?" She giggled."She's upstairs asleep, I just came down because I heard the TV." She yawned heavily and stretched her arms out over her head, seemingly unconsciously yet. For this Denise has been visiting various professional men who specialise in this form of service - At the moment she's visiting a house based club in north london where she is the plaything for a group of men. I drop her off and pick her up a few hours later after the session. Denise dresses up as the men request and performs for them ..She is always masked so the men can photograph her (I think some of the masked pics may be in her xhamster. galleries !However this is actually something that.