His destination, vaguely, was a club he’d heard about the week before from a few guys at the coffee machine. They were college interns from Harvard,...and they made the place sound enticing. It was called Curiosity. The club moved and shook like any normal Boston club. Neon and strobe light filled the senses. Girls and boys collided at the bars and on the dance floor, and in the corner booths. Ben, a voyeur of the most docile variety, sat at the bar and watched, nursing a longneck for a few. "The slave girl concentrated on the waitress' clit. She alternated between sucking and flicking it with her tongue.Arleen begged her. "Please don't do this. I'm ... I've never ... I'm not gay."She pulled her mouth away. "Neither am I. What I am is a slave who obeys her master's instructions." With that, she drove her long tongue into her vagina, tongue-fucking her.Thomas waved his hand to get her attention. "See this rod? I am going to beat you with it."Arleen's eyes bugged. "W-Wait. I don't. Sam leaned down to begin sucking and nibbling on one nipple while lightly pinching and twisting the other. He seemed bent on bringing about another climax for me through mammary stimulation alone.I was reaching for his soft dong with my free hand to try and get it just a little harder. I could just touch the head with the tips of my fingernails at first, but it gradually started to extend. Each graze across the base seemed to give me another quarter inch, so I patiently kept up the contact. My. “Thought that would get your attention.” Trixy said, “Mom, some more tea, please?”Donna quickly fetched the tea and poured Trixy a fresh cup of tea.“And sugar? Two spoons...”“Yes, Miss Trixy.” Donna said as she followed her daughter’s instructions.“It has its advantages.” Trixy said to Lisa “You want some tea too?”Lisa looked her mother up and down, followed by another disgusting look.Donna didn’t know how to act. She completely agreed with the look she got from her daughter. How could she be.