Norton played with the jewelled necklace, staring into the gemstones.A few minutes later Norton’s assistant returned, along with Helena. She was dre...sed in a short skirt, and black blouse which gave a lovely glimpse of her huge cleavage.Norton had her sit down next to him.“Now Helena, did you do as I ask yesterday, and entertain our friend her?” he asked pointing to me.“Yes master, of course,” she replied, smiling at Norton, then me.“Yes, maybe a little too well,” Norton said, “But no matter.. I'd fantasized about what it looked like and how it would feel in my mouth and sissy pussy. i knew that i didn't want him to be my first though. He looked too big and i didn't think it would be good to try anything, he was married and a biker after all. I still fantasized about it when i was riding my favorite vibe though."I brought some of the homemade beer that i promised you last time." he said as he walked up. He walked around the table and straddled the bench about 3 feet from me. The way. I liked the insults. He slapped me hard, and continued you bitch deserve to be slaves, now, c’mon, lick me clean. I knew that not obeying him will mean more of physical abuse, so I abided like a good bitch, licking my puke off his body and penis, sucking it this time while I was licking him clean, he threw up on me too, leaving my hair and face covered in his puke. He was laughing out loud you deserve to be treated like this and I continued to clean him up after I was done cleaning the puke off. "I could have done you myself," my lover assured me confidently, "but I had to get ready, too. Besides, it's a lot more fun to watch you get done up for me this way. My panties are drenched."We met Paul and Kitty at their booth in the mezzanine-level vendors' area at the Hilton on South Michigan Avenue. As we came up the escalator, Angie and I both gaped at the far-flung assemblage of fetish apparel and gear; booth upon booth, row upon row, extending throughout the mezzanine and into the.