After all, Amy had soon exhausted all those at the night club. And not just the other performers, whether male or female. There was the janitor, the t...cket clerks, the manager and that woman who did the fancy backdrops. There were the people in the audience for sure, but the management weren't too keen on their paying customers getting too familiar with the goods. They might not want to continue paying for the pleasure of just seeing them.Amy was a regular visitor at a number of cafès,. A little bit of chatting but mainly caressing and enjoying each other's bodies. Enjoying the afterglow I call it. As we lay there we keep on caressing and kissing and touching. I roll him over and run my hands over his chest. I love the feeling of his chest hair as my hands run over his body. He rolls me over and starts to kiss my nipples. Laying himself completely on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, he feels so solid and I am loving it. He kisses his way back up to my mouth and whispers,. Ah lord,” she whispered back, lying her head back on his shoulder. Still holding them as tight as he could, he asked, “Why did you just put on the collar and cuffs without asking any questions?”“I know the quote from E. L. James that Maria mentioned. I trust you both. I am curious. I want to experience compelled carnal control.”He quickly released her nipples.“Oh, damn!” she uttered, rubbing her nipples, as blood flowed back to where it had been deprived.“You still want this?”“Yes. James is. As she looks at him, she lets the towel fall so it’s just her fingertips on his bare skin. Her lips fall on his thighs and she begins to kiss and lick her way up his leg. His cock swells slightly as she rises to him. ‘You hungry?’ she asks, pulling her body against his nakedness. ‘For you,’ he says, leaning down and kissing her. ‘Ah, but honey, I grilled chicken breasts and lemon pepper sauce. I even fried REAL bacon for the twice baked potatoes instead of bacon bits,’ she says smiling. ‘How.