" That wasn't it."She shrugged. "Well, suit yourself." Really, it wasn't!"She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was far from convinced."That w...s just coincidence. It was - " I shut my mouth.She looked really puzzled."It was what?" It was you!"She blinked, like she was surprised."Oh, Bill, I'm just plain ol' Inger and - " No, you're not. I saw you when you were dressed to meet your friends. You were so hot I - "I stopped my mouth before I went any farther.Her face changed, like.... Then we went driving around. We ran across this adult bookstore and stopped in. Mel said this will be alot fun, we are going to get laid!! Now I have only been with a couple of guys a couple of times but I was not going to say anything to Mel. We went in and Mel asked where the glory holes are and the guys said that they do not have those any more. Then Mel said we wanted to get some strange. The two guys at the counter looked at each other and then said follow us. They took us to the back room. Perhaps what was most surprising and delightfully degrading was the way I eventually found myself wanting the men to further abuse me. Other than asking a man to fuck me harder during coitus I could not remember ever asking a man to perform a sexual act on me. In my previous life men had always made the suggestions and asked my permission. On this holiday, however, it was I who had to ask permission. But I wasn't even allowed to beg for something unless told to do so. It was hard to be. She was balanced on the padded bench thrashing and screaming.“I guess any of you with the eighth stroke of the cane get your tips back plus your reward,” Mistress Leather said dejectedly. Then she bowed to the crowd and stepped behind the curtain as the stagehands rolled precious off stage still balanced thrashing on the padded spanking bench.Barney bounded back onto the stage applauding theatrically. “Was that a great act or what?” he said exuberantly. “Mistress Leather, by the way,” he said.