Here, have today’s fix on me, you’ve made my day Angie.”Angie left the coffee shop a little happier and a little more aroused and had a smile on...her face for the rest of her walk.There were also smiles from her male colleagues when she walked into the office, Andy saying,“Proud of you Angie.”When Mr. Whitelock arrived he called Angie into his office. Angie again standing back with her feet shoulder width apart hoping that her boss would look at her pussy and protruding clit. He did, this time. If she could find somewhere to stuff a phone or a watch in the intricate leather work of her domina outfit, she'd have set her alarm for two minutes, because by the point this cutey would be under the table lapping her up."I know it's confusing dear," Mistress Edo places her hands on the girl's wrists re-affirmingly. The girl looked up from her lap. She had curly blond hair that seemed to naturally hide her eyes. She was a newbie of course. Heard about the club through the internet. These were. We had talked a few times about orgasm on demand and I decided that it would ruin the experience, so I knew that was not his idea. When he told me what he planned and his expectations I was appalled, at first. That gave way to curiosity and finally a deep need to find out if it was possible, so I agreed.The first step involved getting a small cow bell, loud enough to be heard anywhere in the house, but not too large to be obvious. This was hung from the bed post. The bell was sounded every. You wonder how? We've done this quite a bit. And the money we spend gives us first priority for service. We tip well, too. So the catering was no problem. The dresses were easy. Getting the rings was a bit of a stretch but we did manage. Jeff had to call in Bill Madison to pick up the women in Frank Wainwright's helicopter for a quick trip to the jeweler in Denver. Your Waco wives were frightened about the ride, but they had watched it fly in to pick them up at the helipad at the hospital. Ever.