I was verycordial talking with her, but always on my guard. When I pressed her about the company, she was cooperative but vague. Sheoffered few detail... of my meetings the following days except to say thatthere were principles of both WTN and DSS involved. When Karen sensed concern, she did her best to put me at ease saying thatmy spot at the head of this new venture was all but assured. With the issues of the week addressed as much as she was permitted, weboth enjoyed a very pleasant dinner. I could sense His presence in the room, like lightning in a summer sky. So I stayed, still as a statue. He would be pleased in my ability to follow His direction. Breathe. I felt the gentle movement of air when the door closed behind Him, like a soft reminder that He was here. I felt him approaching me; I imagined He was appraising my form. I felt a sense of pride knowing that I had obeyed so well. “Beautiful, my pet.” He said, while stroking my hair. I fought my urge to nuzzle His hand. I felt. It was during one of my first forays into the cinema's shadowy depths, that I became aware of the practice and dare I say, the art of lap dancing. Now for those who don't know Market Street Cinema, think old time movie theatre with row after row of padded seats, with one central aisle, facing a single screen or in this case, a stage, and that sums up MSC in the late 1980s. Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working. She whimpered, her black braid swaying off her shoulder. I reached the swell of her ass. I dipped into her crack as I squeezed her firm tush. I groaned, enjoying my dick inside Miss Daisy's cunt.“Sit on his face, Sam!” panted the teacher. “He's really good at pussy licking, too. You should feel what it's like when a man does it.”Sam shuddered as I fondled her ass. I wasn't sure if she would sit on my face. She wanted to wait for our date. I was fine either way. I had Miss Daisy's fine snatch.