——————————————– The night had finally arrived. The whole crew had spent the day bringing equipment from the Dungeon int... the show area, organising games and activities and finally, after an early dinner, they had dressed in their costumes and were ready to greet their guests. Right from the start the publicity material had emphasised that it was an evening for participation, that guests would find new challenges to consider and, hopefully, accept this evening. The rules for the night had been. I needed a drink! After checking in at the hotel, I went straight to the bar with the thought of getting drunk. It was the only way I knew to lose a dream that used to be but has so completely ended. Anyway, I was waiting for my second drink when a woman, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, sat down within speaking distance from me. She wore a tight black skirt just above the knees showing off her exquisite legs and tight ass. Her purple blouse clung to her breasts for dear life and a simple. I touched her between her cunt and her ass-hole with the tip of my tongue and stroked slowly up the length of her slit. As my tongue came in contact her now fully extended clitoris, she exploded! Her orgasm wrenched out of her and her sweet woman cum flooded out onto my face and hands. I was drenched with her juices. She suffered through several aftershocks and each time more of her sweet nectar oozed out and down over her rosebud ass and onto the sheets. As she came back to earth, she pulled. Her tongue no longer probed mine. I felt her withdrawing and moving away from me, to her side of the bed. That’s how I thought of it now that I’d come. My bed and hers. Her side of the bed and mine. It was ownership, pure and simple. I no longer sweated or shook or felt uptight. ‘It’s not your problem’ she said, ‘it’s mine’. I wasn’t really sure what she meant by that. I didn’t really care. I was just tired and wanted to get some sleep. .