It wasgetting late enough for things to be starting at Power Exchange. Stilllooking as vanilla as can be in a pair of khakis and golf shirt Iwalked to...the front door, paid my cover, had my hand stamped and wentin. I was given the once over by a few people in the foyer, most ofthem gays headed upstairs and I took no note of any reaction as Iturned left into the lower club. The juice bar had two patrons onstools and a few people at tables, mostly singles except for a man anda woman together at a. How does that sound, Jen?" Roger assured his concubines."Music to my ears. The very thought is turning me on. Think that you can get a second wind soon? Ninve can lick my ass the way I licked hers, if that's okay with you guys. I just hope that mine is as tasty as hers. Feel free to use something sweet if it will improve the flavor. There's some raspberry jam left from breakfast. I don't mind the sticky feeling, since I can wash off the rest in the shower," Jen solicited her lovers in her. The woman herself had grown ripe and elegant in her latter years, withturquoise eyes and raven-black hair that saw just the hint of silver anddistinction. She owed that to her Roma blood, although she had resistedthe temptation to fall into a stereotypical "Madam Inga" type gypsyfortune teller look like in the movies. Despite the curio shop in whichshe worked. No, she had convinced herself over the years that she had aslightly more exotic Raquel Welch vibe about her. And that suited herpersonal. Sebastian noticed this ‘take a good luck my little one you might be her some time’. He walked over to a table and pulled a cover from it knowing she could see it. He held up a little cane, thin made from some type of leather, ‘this is a rhino skin cane little one – I call it my squealer’. Alexandra’s heart raced ‘what are you going to do to me Sir’ she added the added the ‘Sir’ to try and make him important.‘Whatever I like and I will enjoy myself’ he answered.At this Sebastian rang a bell and.