He told me that only club members were permitted to take a girl back to the private rooms and that a door attendant would always be on duty to check b...fore anyone went back to the private rooms. He went on to say that it was ok to wear any style of panties I wanted as long as they covered my cunt at least a little bit then he smiled at me and leaned over and gave me a little kiss. After that, Elanna and I left the club as Rich said he looked forward to seeing me back in a few days. I was. I had little sympathy though for her sore bum, which would soon be soothed in a warm bubbly bath. No such relief would be in my future. Not ever again. There was a quiet tension between us. A growing feeling of mutual resentment. I could tell from her sharp glances that she was in no mood to hear a peep out of me. She'd grown tired of listening to my whimpers and sobs.Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some. The major surprise came however when Karen had shown me the red and black garter she had bought.Apparently, it was another idea of Annette’s. There was going to be a game of hide and seek, but with a difference. All the women were going to wear garters and the men had to catch them and “claim” their garters.It was the Saturday night and we were sat in the lounge of Shirewood House, the country house which we had hired for the weekend. It had six bedrooms and the young lad that I once was would. I don't know if I can convey the feeling of power that washed over me. She. Was. MINE! Her tits, her cunt. Her sweet round ass-she was my property. I did not have to fuck her that night. We both knew the truth. Our lives began right then. I stood picked her up in a fireman's carry and we went to bed."John, John wake up. Wake the fuck up now!"I slowly opened my eyes to a strange room. Susan's room. My arms were wraped protectivley aroung her warm body and her soft ass was pressed tight into my.