Anthony hoped he’d stop there. “And the hooker out in LA?”“The hooker? Excuse me?” Amber said, turning her gaze back over toward Anthony. It...wasn’t a friendly gaze.“She wasn’t a hooker. She was an exotic dancer.” He took a long drink of his beer. “And I ran out on the bill so technically she was just a slut.” The three of them burst out laughing.“She didn’t get the money up front?” Amber asked after she had recovered.“She probably does now.”They continued drinking and having a good time. Derek. Her assistant opened the door, I walked in and her assistant walked out to get dinner. She came out in a robe and my erection was starting to show, I could tell she had something to calm her down as she dropped the robe and said, “like the view?” My head just nodded up and down since my jaw was on the damn floor, the she said, “we can have a private tag team match later!” I helped her get dressed, she signed my friend’s shirt, we left out, took selfies and video for social media for most of the. OMG I can't get out of this situation and I belong to HIM. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are. " I quickly slid over and wrapped Lynne up in my arms. We'd just spent the night together in the second bedroom, Heather bunking out on the hide-a-bed. We'd made love twice last night after the whole blindfolded mystery- fuck, and then once more just now on this morning as we awoke. Lynne had seemed so happy and peaceful through it all, right up until now."Lynne, what's wrong?" I'm just a little sad. But I know it's for the best." What? What's making you sad?"She turned her pretty brown eyes to.