There was urgency in his action. He was riding me like a jockey riding a race horse, eager to reach the winning post. His hand continually slapping my...ass, each slap leaving a red mark. Our shouts and moans commingled with each other, as he continued to pile drive into me. I screamed again as another orgasm ripped through my body.My jockey was riding me hard. The sound of his flesh slapping against my flesh his loins and thighs slapping against my ass, as he continued to thrust. Slap... slap.... I felt pressure on my thigh and opened half closed eyes to see Tiny's big paw of a hand on my exposed thigh. I shifted slightly but didn’t object, instead I closed my eyes again leaning my head back as Joe’s hands worked on my shoulders. “Feels good don’t it girl?” Tiny asked as his own hand began to move up and down my thigh. I knew I should have told him to stop and all of them to get out but for the first time in my life I felt things I have never before. I again just moaned my reply. Tiny. "A little," I replied honestly. "Have you always like to be dominant,sexually?" I never used to be. In fact, it had never occurred to me. I mean a goodCatholic girl like me. Convent school, and all. But then my late husbandbegged and begged for me to try. He wanted me to dominate him full time.Wanted me to call him slave, and treat him like one, and for him to callme mistress; even in public. He was all into the fantasy of being tied upand groveling at the feet of my black thigh high leather. Given the fact that the drones were up and running, we had pretty good coverage, physical and visual.Rachel sat across from me in the booth, playing footsie and keeping up a constant stream of happy chatter, distracting Shannon, who was regularly trying to climb under my suit coat when some guy eyed her as he passed. She was EXTREMELY shy about the outfit she was wearing, even though everyone else loved it. I probably didn't help things by occasionally sliding a hand into the gape of her blouse.