John pulled his curtains closed, dimmed the lights, and settled down for the evening in his warm cab. He pulled out his laptop and set it up on his d...shboard as usual. John then slipped off his work clothes and sat naked on a towel on the edge of his lower bunk, gently stroking his big, thick, circumcised cock, thinking about the things he would be doing to his wife once he arrived home.John had been watching a couple of really good hardcore porn movies he had stored on his laptop with his. “Thank you,” she said. “You will call me 'Mistress',” the woman replied. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” “You learn your lessons well, little one.” The dominatrix seemed almost fond of her. Helen was allowed to rest for ten minutes, after which time her little tits smarted less. Then her ordeal began again. Sandra came over to her, but didn’t speak as she arranged some contraption behind the pole. Helen watched as she was bent over what seemed to be a sort of wooden desk. Her hands were cuffed again. I needed to go to the toilet, but was not sure if there was one near the pool and I did not want to go all the way back to the apartment. I asked the man opposite where the toilets were, he answered back in a German accent that he was not sure, but said I could use the one his his appartment which was just by the pool.I was bursting now and it sounded good to me, He got up and picked up his key and I followed him back to his place. He let us in and he showed me to the bathroom, as I walked in. ’ ‘No?’ He had reached around the sofa and was only a step away from me. ‘No. You’re not cancelling on me.’ ‘B-b-but…’ I objected. ‘I can join you.’ ‘It’s a girls’ night out.’ I explained. ‘Which club?’ ‘The Warehouse.’ It was a new place that we’d been meaning to check out for many months but didn’t have the opportunity to do so before due to conflicting schedules. As the name suggested, ‘The Warehouse’ actually used to be a warehouse before it got a new lease on life as a nightclub. ‘What.