The king interviewed some of the members and found them to be the least frustrated people he had ever come across. The second group were followers of ... young French Comte (born 1740) by the name of Donatien Sade. His followers, though few in number in England, were a more secretive group than the Hellfire club. They had a similar philosophy to the Hellfire club motto but went one stage further in taking delight in the misfortunes of women subjected to cruelty, pain and humiliation: In this. Most were not into real pain. None the less, I decided to check them out. I went down to the club, and met the manager. The manager was a rather good looking woman, decked out in a rather sedate business suit. She interviewed me at great length about my desires, my preferences, etc. With that done, we went on a tour of the club. The club was a series of discipline rooms, each equipped with different types of bondage equipment and furniture. Each room had a cabinet stocked with a. I was using my tongue like a small dick poking in and around her choot, she was shaved and chikni as marble. My assault on her pussy was yielding more and more juice from her pussy along with muffed moans coming out of her stuffed mouth. After the onslaught of the pussy I turned attention to her ass, which was soft as a feather pillow. I started pressing it with my all might and poking my tongue on her asshole. She jumped and said my husband never touched me their and it feels great. I kept. I was stunned by how his wife drank as much as he did. A pretty accomplishment for such a tiny body. But after a couple of hours they both became loaded. As they were my guests I offered them my king size bed in my bedroom while I would sleep in the guestroom. So after some last joking we all left for our rooms.I heard them laughing and giggling. I knew that laugh of his. He would be fast asleep soon. And she would probably be too. I found out the bathroom in the guestroom was without toilet.