That guy who got your knickers at the end, he’s asked if he could have a private show in one of the booths upstairs, just you and him.”I knew the ...ules about “private shows”. Peggy had fitted out a couple of the bedrooms for one-to-one sessions. The contract we signed was strict – it was stripping only, with no “extras” allowed, but of course, that was on paper only. Everyone knew, including Peggy, that it was up to the guy and the girl to come to their own arrangements.I’d not been asked to do. However, as soon as she'd put them on, she realized that shecouldn't wear the jeans, either. They were too tight. Normally, thetightness wouldn't matter, because she'd have no conspicuous bulge inher pants to hide. Now, tight jeans would reveal the outline of her malegenitals, and, she knew, neither her little sister Dawn; her friendsXander Harris and Willow Rosenberg; her Watcher, Rupert Giles; noranyone else she knew would not know what to make of their sister,friend, or prot?g?, a girl mere. Although Bella's invitation was certainly tempting and Mark would have loved to take her up on her offer, he had other things he wanted to do before committing to fucking her. He pulled his fingers out of her wet, slick cunt to Bella's whimpers of disappointment and then spread her ass cheeks wide apart."Before I fuck you slut, I want to taste you. I want to devour you," he growled.Bella moaned at his words. He smiled, seeing how easily he could control her with just his voice and his. We were the last to arrive and after introductions we all sat as Mr. Johnson…okay, Jack as he wanted everyone to call him, even Patty and me, got up in front of everyone to describe what was going to happen and why the deviation from the norm. Basically the deviation was because of us, Patty and me. He said that usually everyone split up and ladies would take a number form a bowl and men from another bowl. However, tonight we were being assigned partners. I looked at Patty and whispered, “What.