..El bar estaba en la esquina; pero a mí me pareció una distancia enorme para la manera en que iba vestida Anita… realmente parecía una puta call...jera. Lo peor, era que movía sus caderas como una puta callejera…En cuanto entramos al bar, el dueño bajó de repente la persiana y cerró la puerta de entrada, para que nadie más pudiera acceder al local.Lo que vimos adentro nos cambió la cara a ambos. El tipo había invitado a otros siete clientes habituales, según pude contar.La cara de Anita tenía. He had Sven help to secure me into place and I could see then why no one objected to Sven servicing them after. Sven was tall, fit, with flowing blonde hair and his trousers were skin tight showing well-muscled legs and bottom plus his swelling large cock filled the front quite nicely. Lord Stanley looked along the wall of whips, picked out one, swished it thru the air a few times and said this one will do fine. He approached me and as he stood there he slowly stroked the tip of the whip. I'm too big to fit down her throat, but she gives it a valiant effort, often gagging in her attempt. Soon my moans are nonstop, until she starts to really shudder, and I know she is cumming.Her head lifts, and she looks me in the eyes with a piercing look. "What is it about your cock that makes me cum so easily?" I can only shrug; glad she thinks it's my cock, and not me manipulating her through my switches. Gina rolls onto her back, unsnaps her pants, and practically rips them off, before. Oh, Nick," she said in a tone of deep disappointment. "It's him, isn't it, not you at all."I shook my head vigorously. "It's all me, Camilla," I said. She really needed to believe me. "What happened was that he showed me where I was going wrong. He said something about he could tell I wasn't singing the way I'd been taught, and he kind of gave me a tweak in the head and I suddenly found myself singing like I'd only been able to before in my dreams. Then I figured out for myself what I'd been.