I?mfascinated by a sort of power exchange, to use a BDSM term. Specifically, I'minterested in the idea of someone else being in control of when/where/...ow oftenI orgasm. I know it does sound kind of silly andnothing that bizarre, but let me ask you a couple things: Does the idea ofbeing denied orgasm for days on end appeal? What if you toss in lots ofteasing, that is being taken to the edge, but not over? Say teased three timesa day every day for a week with no orgasm relief? That?s the. Meanwhile I was thinking that the man must be able to see my nipples and slit in the bright lights.We were led to a table where I was at with my back to most of the clientele but facing John. The chair was covered in a velvet like material that felt nice on my bare butt and pussy as I sat down wondering how wet it would be when we left. No sooner than we were alone two things happened, firstly John turned the vibrator on causing me to gasp quite loudly, and secondly, a waiter appeared asking us. He raised his head, smirked and said 'My turn'. Before I could reply I had 8 inches of beautiful had dick touches my tonsils. He face fucked me with his rod as I gripped his arse cheeks for support. He pulled out and told me to eat his arse, so I climbed round as he bend over and started munching. His hole was quite hairy and the pubes tickled my tongue. I loved the taste of his dirty arse and kept trying to get more. My tongue was deep inside him. I knew he was jerking off as his balls were. " As you already know, you are the product of a wealthy man taking advantage of a young and vulnerable girl whose mother was in the employ of your father's family. I feel for you, Thomas that you've never met your father. But, those are his wishes, andI have to respect them. I fear you never will meet him."He reached for the intercom and ordered two coffees and looked down his nose at me as I lit a cigarette."They'll kill you one day, you know." Probably, yes."The lovely Joan, his secretary,.