"I'm going with you."We drove downtown, and stopped briefly in a swinger's bar, but the place was dead, so we went on down to 1st Ave, and into an adu...t theater. A crowd of men was clustered in a corner back by the loge seats, but we ignored them and moved to the center section of the theater and before sitting Susan tugged her blouse from her skirt. She turned away from me. "Unhook me," she said. I reached up under her blouse and unhooked her bra.We sat down. In that magical way women have,. " Do you still think the punishments we have given you so far are in anyway inappropriate?" Sorry Housekeeper," I said.I still felt the answer was no, even though every logical argument Icould see said yes. Yet I realised that to answer at all was to make anarrogant presumption. There was no other logical conclusion: this wasoutside my realm of judgement. For me to think at all about whether apunishment was right or wrong was selfish, arrogant, insolent, stupid,useless and an invitation for. She started working on my breasts. I started to fidget, ''Just relax.''''Don't they put you off?''She giggled and said, ''No, they fit right into my hands.'' With those words, she began to suck my nipples. Soon gasps and moans of pleasure filled the bathrooms. I slid my hands under her skirt and began to rub. She responded to this by nibbling my nipples, then she worked her way southward and slowly pulled my shorts down.''I can wait no longer, please'' She smirked and started to stroke my. They would send me a message, begging me to help them and I would oblige. Every time. Don't get me wrong. I was still a virgin. Just not when it came to my words. With my words I would undress myself and kneel in front of them naked. I would take their pants off and run my nails over their already hard dicks. In my i.m.s I leaned forward and licked the tip before sliding it deep into my mouth. He came with my cyber mouth. They all would. "That was great, baby," they would say, then they would.