"Look, he's fixed to some sort of post," Coral pointed to the broad collar and chin brace that held his head erect. At the back of his neck the collar...was connected to a steel rod that ran down the back of the slave's leather suit and into a fixture on the floor. Other straps built in to the suit fastened him to the post as well. He couldn't move much if he wanted to. "And that lamp's hot. He must be really sweating."He certainly was. The sweat was running down the slave's face inside his hood.. You look down, and see the bulge in his pants, you want to see the monster free, and so you decide to get him even more excited. You grab his crotch; your actions are rewarded with a pleasurable moan from him, his hand slides a little higher up your thigh in excitement. You slowly pull down his underwear, revealing his cock, which is all yours, yours to taste and do with whatever you please. You stop for a moment, teasing him, knowing that he wants you. You gently wrap your soft lips around his. I sat there for a while, reflecting my year thus far. My ex had run off a few months ago, leaving me in a state of re-discovery. It had been tough on me and as of lately I found myself unable to concentrate at work. I needed, no I CRAVED something, I just couldn't figure out what it was. I got out of the car, walking always helped me plus I lived in a big city so slipping into life's shaddows was easy. My walk led me to a low end strip club named The night shift. A naughty yet charming little. First time through, they had been going door to door dropping off their ad and had been arrested for solicitation without a permit. They had been fined fifty dollars each. The judge had waived the court costs because he was impressed that they were so ambitious. The permits had then cost an additional five dollars each. It had hurt their total earnings, but they had made up the costs rather quickly.It cost about fifty cents in materials to paint the house numbers on the curbs framing the two.