I am afraid, but curiosity takes over. Sir holds me tightly from behind, pulling me against his broad chest. Then, he nudges me forward. "Let's explor..., my pet," he whispers, pulling on my leash.The music is sexy. These people are sexy. I get turned on looking at all this sex. He leads me over to some hand restraints hanging from the ceiling. There is a young woman being spanked with a flogger right beside us. She is bent over a table. A man is behind her spanking her while she flinches and. Your mom knows it. He knows it. And most importantly, YOU know it. So you sowed your wild oats, or whatever? Who cares? So you and Joel had a night or two of uninhibited sex which you think was a mistake? Big deal! So you slept with a score of guys or however many? Irrelevant! None of that means a damned thing compared to the fact you love Joel, Joel loves you, and the two of you belong together. And I’ll bet you anything you care to wager, Joel doesn’t give a damn about what happened from,. Which must be a first for her."Oh, by the way," he broke the talk. "I've finished the first draft for your next project."He slid the screenplay of 'Bolero' across the table to her. Bo picked it up and flipped through the pages. What little she saw, she liked. She could see John's handiwork about her sexual pleasures written into the storyline.By the end of the day she had read through the whole draft."So," John asked. "What do you think?" I like it baby," she said. "But I have a few. Your job is to back me up.” I shook my head and asked him to explain. “You’ve fucked some girls, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Three, or four, not many, not often; maybe ten times.” I tried to remember. Some of my efforts had been so brief and fumbling, I didn’t even count them, but one or two had been great, and I left the girls happy and my balls empty. He chuckled. “Well around here, you might get ten pieces of ass a week, and they are, I assure you, demanding and very, very hot. You ever eat one.