She quickly opened the box. There was a swift intake of breath when the box did not contain diamonds and gold as she thought. There were diamonds but ...hey were embedded in a black leather collar. "I do not understand." She looked up at Doug quizzically. "This club is extremely exclusive. There is only one form of entertainment each night and tonight you are the entertainment," he stated. "I cannot dance or sing. So how am I going to entertain anyone?" she asked. Why on earth would a lavish club. As I reach up to cup a breast. she now stands close enough for me to rub my hand over her crotch roughly, I can feel the damp patch grow, I sniff my hand it smells of cunt. "Oh my god she says I cannot believe I'm doing this", as I unbutton her levis and reach in to slip a finger along her wet gash and wank her growing clit."Jesus I'm so wet, you fuck, you going to take me like my bitch". "Oh yes" I said and we stumbled back into bushes. turning her I pushed her face into a tree and pulled at. There are things in this story that are horrifying libido-killers for me even in fantasy: as a writer, I follow the characters; I don't lead them. So don't fuck little girls or little boys; don't cheat on the people who care about you. Fantasy is not reality. If you read Tolkien and are tempted to pick up a sword and work your way through the Orcs in the mall, seek help; if you read this and are tempted to pick up some 12 year olds and work your way through their innocence, SEEK HELP. It's not. I didn't meet with them for a few days after, I don't think Caeser was in town or something. But I went to hang out with Alex one night. He asked if I wanted to fuck him, which I declined. He then asked to fuck me, but I told him it hurt too much. He reminded me Caeser was taking it all, and that he would go slow, that I could do it. I pulled my pants down and layed down face down like always. He began groping my ass, and fingered me slowly. It was painful again. He asked me to suck on his.