He was kind of hot, and I sat there on my barstool watching him and inadvertently biting my lip. I decided to send him some signals to try to distract...him. I leaned lower to reveal more of my tits and propped them up with my arm. I pouted my lips as I listened to his stories and gave him fuck-me glances. I didn’t know if he was getting it.Soon after the last call the customers started leaving and finally when the bar was empty he was ready to close. He closed the register and got the lights.. I have read about the Master slave relationship and that is what I desire to be, I desire to be used by you and owned by you. So please use me daddy and let me be your slave.”It was like I was outside of myself and I was with Sara, I looked up at her “yes slut you can be and are my slut slave you will be at my beckon call you will be my slut and you will obey me or be punished. I am Master Daddy to you and I will be calling you as bitch, cocksucker, cunt, whore, slut or slave. And the. Maureen realized that she was to be Mr. Rubin’s Mid-Summer Eve’s dream cum true. She fell into character and stretched her statuesque body taller. She drew back the red locks falling on her cheeks and flicked the long strands behind her shoulders. She held Mr. Rubin’s gaze with the self-confident poise she had accrued at TWA. Maureen’s let her high heeled foot tap to the tempo of the music and her hips slipped side-to-side with the beat. The lame dress spritzed prickles of reflected light. Her. -It is always hard, he said, most of the time, like this, he was holding it, showing me how hard it was- do you think is it a good size?-It is really big, I said -Big? No, it is average -Sorry, I disagree, that is a monster oneIf I was a porn producer (my dream job anyway) I would’ve not produced this moment as hot, like it simply happened Within ten seconds, he was close to me and started to touch my lips with his index finger. -pull out your tongue, he saidI did-You are a good good boy, he.