“Which would you prefer?” he magnanimously asked her. Her fervid mind was working overtime now and she said, “All three if it pleases you, my Ma...ter.” This kind of answer did indeed please him, but he ruled out the first option by saying, “It may be fun for us, but our fucking in a restaurant might upset the other patrons and get us put in jail. However, the other two are definitely a yes.” He said as he escorted her back to their table. “Now you grab your purse and get a seat where I told you. She moaned softly before my lips even reached hers. Once our lips did touch, it was gentle at first, cautious. Then we became more eager, intense and reckless. Our tongues danced together softly, darting out occasionally to taste one anothers lips. I took her bottom lip between my teeth and gently nibbled. She was delicious. Soon, we were kicking off our shoes and she was unhooking my corset as I was pulling off her tank-top. We stood there for half a moment, simply admiring one another before. I undid my shorts and they fell to the floor as I started to wank over the guys in the magazine, I had no idea why.I heard the door creak and someone go in the cubicle next door, who cares I thought, I was in private. As I stood there in just a vest tugging away at my now fully erect cock I suddenly felt a hand touch my arse, WTF!! I thought and looked down and saw a hole cut in the adjoining wall, it was at least A4 size and the guy had his arm through it and was rubbing my bare arse. I should. I know they're rent boys, that they do iffor money, but they get a lot of money, and some of them come backagain, so they must like it enough. I know I do. Anyway, when I'm notbusy being fucked by or sucking off hunky men I help Victor with...well, the boys he brings here. I am very talented, dear Paul. I makeclothes for them, I help them get ready, like I am doing for you. I runthe house- I find the staff, I choose the furnishings, I buy the furs.I love furs, Paul, and Victor tells me you.