The floor was cement, hard and cold beneath my hands and knees as I followed the girl. She moved quickly and I scampered to keep up."Mistress, this is....." the girl frowned and kicked my arm."Lisa," I said softly."Lisa," the girl tugged my leash and I looked up to see an older woman dressed as a Domme Fatale, all black leather and posing. I sighed inwardly, not particularly fond of people like that. I only played these silly costume drama games because it made Paul happy. We had no need of such. To one side, a large sex shop stood, with bright lights highlighting a myriad of toys, plugs, lubes, condoms, and other paraphernalia. A few people browsed silently, some linked arm in arm indicating a couple. To the other side sat a large bar with a zinc top. And the back wall was split, the left having a large double-door leading to the main theater, the right smaller door leading somewhere else. James stood, feeling very out of place, until there was a voice behind him. "You made it." . He then reached over and rubbed me over my jeans, and I got even more aroused. I eventually stripped down, and he began to suck me off. I had gotten several blow-jobs from women before, but this felt....different. I wasn't sure if it was because he was a guy, but I continued on. He licked my cock from the tip of my dick to the bottom of my nut-sack. Then he asked me if I would return the favor. I started to have second guesses, but again my curiosity got the best of me, and before I knew it; I. I could have a word with the Campus Police? But before we get to that, you know the Act. (2) You are going to have to talk to the FBI Field Office and the State Attorney General’s Office. Brainstorm your idea with them before we can set this up.”“Yeah, yeah, I know — and you know about your local people. It is always nice to have a name to speak to. A bit more personal and friendly?”“Sure. The FBI Field Office is in Omaha of course but they have a local office in Des Moines, on Westown Parkway..