And as if knowing how she felt, he leaned forward and murmured with a smile and a deep look of commanding wisdom. “Go ahead my dear. You can fondle ...ourself in front of me. I have seen everything you can think of at this club over the years. In fact… I command that you touch yourself.”He had seen everything here, every possible spectacle of debauchery and hedonism one could imagine. The club was a place for Masters and the odd Mistress to come and enjoy and share their submissives and owned. His pants were at his knees but they hardly contained him as he pressed his erection against her panties. She ached for the feeling of him against her bare skin. She spread her legs around his waist, inviting him in. He unbuttoned the clasp to her skirt, allowing it to shelter her body from the floor. The material around her mound was wet and sticky as he pulled them down, then finally off. He rose up for a moment undid his boots, and finally pulled his pants the rest of the way off to reveal. “He just fucked me in the conference room,” Carla said, proudly. I choked on my drink as Sandra said, “Impossible.” “It’s impossible I got fucked in the conference room by Mr. Hoskins?” asked Carla. “Not the fucked part, the Mr. Hoskins part,” said Sandra. “He fucked me in the copy room and was wearing the Frankenstein costume.” I began to bite my lower lip. Who did I fuck then? “How do you know it was Mr. Hoskins?” I asked. “He told me,” they both said in unison. “Sounds like one of you got. And not a chaste peck on the lips like Katelyn gave me. A real kiss. With her mouth open, and just a little tiny bit of tongue. I thought I was going to die. In fact, it was only the knowledge that Katelyn was watching that kept me from reaching down and grabbing Jessica’s ass with both hands to pull her closer to me. But Katelyn was watching, so I settled for a hand on the back of Jess’s head instead. God. That kiss felt so right, on so many levels. Where had this woman been all my life?We.