When I left the cubicle the guy had just finished and was immediately replaced with the guy behind him. the sloppy sounds began again, and I couldn't ...elp but wonder how many guys had been through that one person.As we left the toilets I expected to walk back to our table but instead Adam waved goodbye to John, who was prodding his 2 slaves on the stage with a cattle prod, and we made our way to the cloakroom. Once inside I had to remove the fetish clothes, and return them for my original skirt. .. I remember asking the driver if he wants something extra for his services, like a decent blow off.. I was so sweaty and insecure, I didn't know what I was doing.. I just imagined myself sucking him off and it turned me on so much. Surprisingly, the taxi driver expressed his willingness to take an active part of my initiation. He was fat, bold and sweaty, and his cock was fat and short (luckily). I couldn't care less as I was so into it. I remember I was trembling when he unzipped his pants,. He said my gagging problem had to do with breathing and training my throat to accept having a cock there. i would lay on my back with my head hanging over the side of the bed and he would stick his cock in till it reached my throat and when i gagged he would pull back just a little. He continued doing this until i could take him almost all the way down without gagging at all. He also liked to have me lick and suck his balls while standing over me like that. He taught me how to be gentle so it. Just as her knuckles rapped against the door for the final time someone behind them cleared his throat roughly and the lot of them jumped and turned. Derek let out a heavy breath, ‘Shoot Mr. Murdock, you scared the crap out of us.’ Hunter nodded, ‘I about peed.’ Kaylie couldn’t help but smile at Hunter’s country accent and truthful way of saying things. ‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t the former students from Hell.’ Mr. Murdock joked. He was always joking. ‘What are you all doing back here?’ ‘We.