My panties are in black lace, with a string of rhinestones. The important detail: they have an opening, a slit allowing my own slit to show!I begin ru...bing against the dance pole as I display to my partner, while I move my body like a snake. He likes what he sees and starts stroking and caressing my hips with his hands, then he slides them to the panty slit as he leads me to the bed.He handcuffs me. With my arms wide open. The noise the chains make titillates me. He straddles me very close to. Then, quicker than you could follow she snapped a hard slap. I heard the crack before I'd realized what had happened. I looked at Sophie. Her attention was focused on the stage with a grimaced expression.The dominatrix switched to a cat o' nine tails and began flogging her as the stage rotated again to reveal a man and a woman. This time the man wore a robe and it was the woman that was provocatively dressed. When the stage was centered in front of the audience the man dropped his robe. He'd. My nose was almost pressed up to his asshole and I could smell the musky scent of him. I then did something I enjoy doing to a man and hoped Justin would like it. Some men I have been with liked it and others didn’t. I placed my hands on his butt and slid my tongue up to his asshole and licked around the slightly hairy hole. I liked when a man did not have an abundant amount of hair around his ass but had some. It was masculine to me and I was physical attracted to masculine men. Justin. What can I say? Impressionistic art turns me on.He asked if I had ever visited a sex club, and was surprised when I answered yes."I don't mean a strip club," he said, "I mean a real sex club."I told him I knew the difference between a strip club and a sex club."And you've been to one?" Manhattan is full of them. I went to one in a cinema on 44th St one wintery night during a snow storm. I sat in the audience watching women from various points in the theatre strip naked and pick on strange men,.