“Dan, I think Rita has changed me into loving pussy!”“Yahoo, I’m a happy man!” he cried punching the air and they laughed.Susan happened to ...ook at the tabletop clock, “Shit, Dan it’s 10:40! Andrew will be off work soon!”“Who’s Andrew?” Rita asked.“He was our server at Chandler’s restaurant where we ate our dinner. I loved him looking down my dress at my tits and we let him see Dan finger my bare pussy. I told him he’d get better tips if he had his cock out of his underwear. He’s very. The model they brought for the VIP room just ran off to the bathroom sick. Without her this whole VIP area isn’t going to work.? Jeff turned to look at Alex. ?Is there anyway you could get another model here to do it.? ?Not a chance. Sally came down with me from our office.? ?What’s so special about their models, why couldn’t one of us work your VIP room? No offence,? I said to Alex. A VIP lounge meant bigger tips and I was a little miffed about not getting a chance at it. . Her special thing was sitting on a bound slave's face with all her weight. She got off on breath control and hearing a slave smothering under her pussy and ass. When Susan climaxed she would grind her pussy and ass even harder on a slave's face. She seldom bounced her ass up and down on a slave's face, but rather got off on the joy of smothering a slave with her pussy and big ass. She was cruel and relentless when she rode a slave's face. For her, it was all about total control of a slave's. Home schooled and surrounded by mostly adults, he wasn’t adept at social graces and being out on his own for the first time he struggled to find his place within the complex world that was University life. That being said, the guy wasn’t oblivious, he understood he held an appeal but had no idea what to do about it. He was taught not to. The opposite sex was merely a distraction. A hurdle encountered en route to his ultimate goal. Or so he was told.A relieved grin spread on Dillon’s face,.