Slave-girls don’t ask questions, she told herself. If he wished to humiliate her this way, it was his privilege. If she was seen, so be it. And t...en Diana was shocked by the realization that she almost hoped someone did see her; that this deliberate humiliation was turning her on.Releasing her bag and purse, she quickly began removing her clothes, dropping them to the floor in her haste. Guess I didn’t have to worry about how I dressed, she thought to herself. As soon as she was completely. He stands and helps her to do the same. I return to my seat. She leans on him, unsteady on her feet. He leads her to the restrooms.While I am drinking, watching the pretty, young babes on the dance floor, rubbing my hard on; my wife’s ‘dance partner’ is not wasting time. He leads her into one of the men’s room stall. He does not even have to ask for a blow job. She kneels and lowers his zipper to let his cock free but it is a little bit difficult because it is so hard and huge. Then, she. For once we didn’t go into the kennel but instead Sharon led me along the walkway and into the back corridors the handlers used to move the Bar dogs around, a door gave us access to the Bar itself, we turned right and entered the first corridor, the one guests used when they wanted a little privacy or just more space when the Bar was busy. At the end of that corridor was the infamous Red Door.“It seems appropriate for your first time.” Sharon paused long enough for me to read the signs. “Enter. I replied morning back and as i looked up i got the shock of my life.There in her hand was the bag with the box in ii in her hands,as she turned round to head for the bathroom i realised i was staring at her.She had a crop top on and skimpy pants,i tried to look away but being a breast man my eyes were tranxfixed on the gap under her arm as she walked away from me,her breasts were heaving up and down.Ray came out of the bathroom with the bag and some rubbish and went downstairs and i heard her.