After twenty minutes in, she was freaking out, screaming at me to find a way to get into the room, but there wasn’t any way, and honestly, I didn’... want to. I loved listening to her going out of her mind. It had been going a while, and she screamed, “Oh my GOD! I’m gushing everywhere! Oh GOD!!! Oh, my GOOODDDDD!!” Of course, my imagination was running wild, imagining what she looked like in there with cum running out of her pussy down her ass. She’s only squirted a few times, but I could. "Wait a minute," Gus said. "There's something I want to say while we're all here together. I've already had a talk with Danny." What is it?" Cal asked, obviously anxious to be on his way.Pete looked at his father but said nothing."Like I told you," Gus continued, "I couldn't get no place with Charley Sturm yesterday. We're stuck with them Sky-high taxes. So while I was in town I, uh, dropped over to see Trevor Reed." You didn't tell us that before," Cal said."I know." Gus looked down. "I wanted. Playfully she slapped groping hands away but not before a few had stuck their fingers into her soaking pussy as she strolled through the club. Stopping at the reserved table she smiled and asked if there was anything they would like. At the table was a collection of hard Belfast men with a couple of Americans who were quite enthusiastic about her stage show. One man threw a £50 on the table and said "it's yours darling if you blow me, I am sure that will taste better than champagne." Picking up. "We'll see," Brenda replied with that evil smile again."Shall we get started on your new hair?" Kelly asked."Absolutely!"An hour later Brenda had jet black hair. It was a stunningtransformation - from sexy blonde to dominatrix black."Now... for your outfit... a dominatrix needs to dress the part, right?" Un-huh," Brenda replied."We custom-made a full leather outfit for you. You'll certainly lookthe part. It's in the changing room."Brenda went to the changing room to find the leather outfit.