I took my left hand and started exploring her boobs. We broke our kiss after 15 minutes to catch some breath.Lust was fully visible in our eyes and we...both were looking in each other eyes then I put my hands inside her blouse and started pressing her boobs they were so big tits were brown in color and stiff. She said they have become so stiff after a long time.Her black laced bra was not able to hole those heavy melons and I immediately freed them and they sprang out like sponge balls. I stared. Her nails against my scalp turn me on immeasurably. Her mouth is warm and inviting, and I can taste the sweetness of the cherry lip balm on her soft, small lips. Her tongue energetically plays with mine as my hands move to her tight little ass, cupping her cheek and feeling the firmness of her buttock against my hand. She responds well, drawing me into her. We need to get off the corridor so we fall back into my bedroom. She pushes me back onto my bed and then she’s on top of me, straddling me. “And with this,” Ninon gave the chain a sharp pull up, “ ... you stand.”Donna quickly stood again and fell back into her approved pose.“Good.” Ninon nodded her approval. “You get the picture. Now let’s do a bit of walking and kneeling.”For the next ten minutes, a weary Donna was paraded about the room, repeatedly forced to kneel and get back up at the pull of her chain. She felt odd as she did so. Ninon complimented her on her prompt reactions as if she was performing a most difficult. I am a bi and wanted to meet others that enjoyed the same as I did, sex between two consenting adults. The Baptist crusade, on the morals of the community, did not leave a lot places you could go to cruise for sex. I was always looking to meet someone for fun and games. One of my online contacts told me about the Club. I found a link to the Club. The Club was a gay bathhouse found downtown and across the street from the Baptist Church. A gay bathhouse passed as a gym, with all the amenities.