The bag was pulled swiftly from over her head, leaving her blinking in the sudden light. It was a warehouse – there were a lot of them, huge and cav...rnous on the edge of town. She realised if she screamed it probably wouldnt even reach the walls. She was sitting in her bra and pencil skirt on a wooden chair, surrounded by various industrial detritus and a thin mattress on the floor. There were three men. Their faces were covered. One – the eldest, she thought, a white man with greying hair at. . I still had my jeanshorts and campshirt on. We ate, then my Master brought me into the clubhouse. One of the submissives made beautiful leather floggers, and my Master was going to buy one for me. We looked at the wide assortment of leathers, colors, lenthgs and thicknesses. Another couple joined us. She was a submissive and was in the process of having her Master move in with her cuckholded husband. We took turns testing them at first on each others arms, then backs. I was enjoying. "No, he's just the type of guy that like's to reminisce about the old days." At this point I figured I would just be blunt and to the point. I asked her if she wanted to do something with this guy? "No, I just wanted to know how you would feel about it. Don't get me wrong, he's a good looking guy that doesn't have problems picking up girls but I just wanted to get your reaction." I told her that when I thought of her sleeping with another man that I pictured some one that neither of us knew.. “What about the hotel?” I asked with a sudden panic attack as we drove back to the Fairmont. “How will I get in?” Jean laughed “Not to worry,” she said. “Everything has been arranged.” “So nice to see you this evening Ms Bri,” said the concierge as we entered the hotel. “Please, allow me to escort you to your room.’ He was so kind and thoughtful and I really didn’t mind that he patted my ass as I entered the room. I shot him a flirty look from beneath my new long lashes, picked up a joint from.