He only let my jewels free when we started going down the stairs.He pushed open a large wooden door and whispered, "We call this the Dungeon". I could...see why. The ambiance was totally different yet as enticing as the one on the ground floor. The air was cool but heavy and carried a quiet feel of isolation and helplessness. The brick walls and the flickering candles, the only illumination available, were adding to this effect. Thick chains were hanging from the ceiling at the far end and more. The swingers even settled down. Karl whipped at home and was whipped at Jacqui's Place. Jason found it easier and easier to make it last and then, when he was ready, to come in quantity and with great pleasure, though Greta found it harder and harder to bear his floggings.Jacqui's next purchase was after two months when she bought her own full-time bouncer and occasional victim, Grant, her old cabaret partner with the huge prick, from Martha. That was when Martha discovered just how successful. I think she wanted to right then, but I wasn't too sure. We talked for a few more minutes, then we got dressed and went to the mall. For the first time, we dressed each other. We tried a couple of different outfits on because they didn't look just right or didn't show enough of these." Then with a giggle she made a production out of sticking her chest up and pinching her nipples through her shirt. "Cindy said that if our sexy underwear was going to keep them hard all day, we might as well tease. My hand was rubbing his chest and I let it drop onto his leg, raising the ante somewhat. We kissed for a bit more, then I held him to me and whispered, "Joe, you can be my boyfriend any time you want." "You're really nice to kiss, Mia, I've kind of wondered what it would be like." "And now you know. Anything else you've wondered about?" "You're kidding me, right? I'm a sixteen-year old guy and you're this super-looking, hot woman." "Why thank you, Joe. And what would a sixteen-year old guy want.