My heart begins to race as I admire my whore like appearance and smiling just a little, I imagine the effect that this will have on her. My own blac... bob haircut perfectly frames the heavy slut make-up that I must wear at all times. My make-up also acts to enhance my naturally high set and rather feminine cheek bones. Add to that my delicate silver nose ring, silver ear studs and a newly pierced lower lip, it really is impossible to mistake me for anything but a twenty something submissive. I felt that I deserved it for the perverted thoughts I kept hidden in my head, for the dreams of chains, of leather and of pain. The pain I that I so selfishly desired. I did not realize the other more dangerous and terrible desires that were hidden still deeper within me. As I lay in bed afterwards next to my cruel and snoring wife, I began to realise that I had married the wrong woman.Back to the munch. I had found the details on the internet, surfing during my lunch-hour at work. The others. ”“I know, and I wanted to see her naked all over, so bad.”“What if I ask her to come up here with us?”“Would she? I mean - would I have to put my clothes on?”“No way - stay naked. She’ll be naked too and we can have some fun getting your cock in Mom’s pussy.”“I hope she’s on the pill, if she lets me fuck her.”“She’s not on the pill, but I want you to fuck her anyway. My mom needs you, Hawley.”“We’ll leave that up to her then. Just tell her that I’m naked and waiting for her. Bring her laptop. "This is a private clubfor women. I created it so women wouldn't have to feel stared atby such as yourself." Dennis' mouth dropped open - how hadthis woman known that? She smiled as recognition dawned onhim. "Oh, yes. I know your type. Well, as long as you're in mypark, you'll wear this form so you won't be so tempted to gawkand ogle my patrons."Dennis stared at her for several seconds, then at Brenda. "This isyour doing, isn't it?" he demanded.Brenda smiled at him. "It's time you.