On this particular night, as we look in, we see that a dance competition is in full swing -- Terpsichore is sitting in judgment, looking over the read... to dance, and Apollo, having put down his Lyre for the evening, is standing behind the turn-tables (having no electric service doesn't mean that the lights and music doesn't work. Zeus has had millenia of experience controlling and channeling his lightning bolts, after all)."All right, all you Gods and Goddesses, let's get ready to party!" the. "And what sort of place might that be?" he asked sympathetically.Karen didn't want to compromise herself too much by discussing the sort of slightly run-down pubs she'd more often go to where she felt more at ease. She glanced through the plate-glass windows of the wine bar at the darkening shadows of Kensington High Street."I like restaurants," she said. "There are some very nice ones near here, I'm sure." Do you like Italian?" Italian. Portuguese. Thai. Anything, really. Just somewhere. Each of the women wore a collar, one had her hands bound behind her back, and one had a ring gag in her mouth. The Master of the one with her hands behind her back had a crop in one hand and occasionally flicked it against her nipples, which were standing out prominently. Throughout the first half of the game, a man would point to one of the subs and grab their cock. The sub would get up and proceed to give the man a blow job or hand job or get fucked.A few used the horse or the massage table,. I can hear it in his throat as he starts to moan louder that he is getting closer to giving me all the nectar that he holds. I swiftly take his cock back in my mouth letting him rub against my tonsils as I move my hand and let him sink all of his cock into my mouth as he starts to buck up toward my head. I am trying to keep up with his thrusts but he is starting to get close to losing it. I can tell from the sounds that are coming from his throat and the fact that he is doing the movement now.