The room she entered was gorgeous; it was decorated lavishly and was always impeccably maintained. LeAndra spared no expense there and the room was pu...e luxury.Behind the Purple Door was a room where select clients, very important people, came to have their sexual fantasies fulfilled; every sexual whim, every kinky encounter that was in the mind of a preferred client, LeAndra and her staff were willing to entertain. Salon Indulgence booked clients all day and they were an excellent clientele. Becca had agreed to the idea and he was now sat in a hotel bedroom a short distance from the community of Brookdale, his laptop on the table in front of him as he drafted out a set of instructions that he would shortly transmit to Becca, so that when he arrived in Brookdale, she would be ready to commence her real life experiences of submission to his dominantnature.The following details appeared upon the screen in front of him:"Becca,At noon tomorrow, you will meet me in the post office that I. Just watching you struggle and knowing I control your little cock gets me so wet." With that she slipped off her spandex shorts, pushed me back on the bed, and climbed up me, straddling my face with her wet pussy inches from my mouth."Lick me slut," she said as she grinded her pussy into my face. I brought her to quite a few orgasms over the next hour. My face was covered in her juices and my tongue was sore by the end of it. Trista finally crawled off of me and said that it was great. She then. I was cursing and bitching while sitting on the sofa and all of a sudden I get a text. “Why did you leave, didn’t you like the show?” The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, I was baffled, it took me so long to answer that she texted me again “well?” Trying to play it off I acted like I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. She texted me again and told me that she was at the front door and told me to let her in. Here is when my brain function correctly for the last time, it.