Not Nigel. And never, never 'Master'. He hates that word with a passion. I was here for using it, repeatedly, knowing he didn't like it. I was here fo... being a brat.THWAP!His playroom mostly looks a lot like a sumptuous home gym. It's well lit, with lots of mirrors on the walls. There's a stationary cycle, a treadmill, a high-end tanning bed, and a Bowflex exercise machine. A few free weights are stacked on a wooden rack. There's a glassed-in shower big enough for two in one corner, an area. I felt a mouth on my right tit,licking the cum off my nipple. This went on for a while, until withoutmuch warning the guy in my pussy came, flooding me with warm semen. Iwanted badly to reach back and get myself. I kept trying to milk hiscock back into my pussy, hoping he would keep fucking until I came,but he pulled out. Just as I felt his creamy sperm leaking out of me,I got a mouthful from the other guy. I swallowed quickly, trying tokeep up. He pulled out and a woman's mouth covered mine,. After a few dances we sat back down and talked again, and after a few more drinks she whispered to me, "I have a room here at this hotel, would you like to come up there with me?", she didn't have to ask me twice.We got up to the room and sat on the bed, and just as I was about to speak she leaped in and started kissing me, and trust me, I didn't put up a fight! I was happy just kissing, but then she started unzipping the back of her dress, and then I knew things were getting really good, I. ” She left then. She just stood up, said nothing and went. I followed her back as she walked through the bar, all the way to the door. Not once did she look back.That was the Friday night. On Saturday I went back, earlier than the night before. The same dyke served me a gin and tonic without asking what I wanted. I sat at the same stool. The bar was quieter. The dyke handed me a note. I looked at her questioningly but she just shrugged and moved away. Service with a shrug, I thought.“Katherine..