The "lady" in me has all but died, and I lose control of all that made me a "lady".I turn around, drop to my knees, and like a k** opening up her firs... Christmas present, undo his zipper,releasing his massive manhood.My fingers grasp this huge, rock hard, erect cock, feeling the blood being pumped through the veins that run the length of his shaft. His veins are so pronounced.. so strikingly obvious!I draw my face close, and allow my lips to place several delicate kisses upon he head... my. Her hands reached toward her clit.?Don?t touch yourself, Slave! Don?t touch yourself; I mean it,? he yelled. ?It?s late, so crawl to one of those mats over there; it will be your bed for the night. No covers for a very troublesome slave tonight. Remove your blindfold but not your heels. See you in the morning when I?ll teachyou a thing or two about yourself.?Yaknow, I rather like the idea of being your Master,? he said as he walked out the. Then I went upwards towards her boobs. I pressed her boobs from over her bra, and then lowered her bra a little. I could feel her bare breast on my palm. I started pressing those cute boobs and pinched her nipples. She kept on moaning in her kiss. This went on for a while. After around half an hour, we both got up from our seats and walked towards the exit. What happened next is even more shocking. We entered the men’s washroom and locked the door behind us so that no one could enter. We. ‘I tell you what, I have to use the restroom so if you want, go on over and find out and I’ll meet you back here at the bar.’ ‘Oh, ok, I’ll meet you back here,’ she said as she quickly got off the stool and walked away while smoothing out her hair with her hand. I went to the rest room and came back and sat down. I couldn’t see them from where I sat now but assumed they had just maybe walked temporarily out of site of the bar. I nursed my drink and looked at my cell phone and realized it had.