I looked through the doorway and into the office. Debbie was sitting at the computer. She was partially hidden by some plants on the desk. I made some...noise and watched her turn in my direction. She ducked down so I couldn’t see her (so she thought) and she looked at me standing naked against the dresser. I continued to stand and getting a semi thinking about her watching me. She then got up and went back to her room. In a few moments, she walked across the f****y room with some clothes going. “This is the theater,” he whispered to me. “It’s like a three ring circus. You have cross-dressers, gay men, men that say they’re not gay, but like their dick sucked by men, even a few real women on occasion.” Then we walked to the back where there were some black leather couches. “This is where you can fuck or get fucked. If you’re shy, then you can go to the booths in the hallway for a little more privacy.”Next, we walked down the hallway past the entrance to the other end where there was. He forces her mouth all the way down his amazing and stunning cock, forcing her to deep throat him from the start; he slapped her hard across the face. She felt her flesh tingle and rise in goose bumps, “Ahhh you fucking whore... little cock-sucking slut....make your Master cum” he commanded as she started to flick her tongue up and down on his testicles, he started to pant and growl softly and slowly, his shaft was a good half inch in her throat, she couldn’t breathe and began to dry. “Tell me, Miss Summers,” she suddenly asked, “those ornaments on the metal bar, they are more than decoration, aren’t they?” Her fingers opened the buckles while she waited for Anne to answer. “They - they might have a more practical application, yes.” “And that application might be...?” She inquired while she slowly slipped the shoe from my foot and set it to the floor. Her hands didn’t leave my foot, though. Her fingers were caressing it all over. I looked at Anne, and her face was just as.