“So tell me about yourself slut. How long have you been in the lifestyle, what kinds of training have you had, what are your limits?”“Yes Ma’a..., I have been a submissive for three years, although I think I have been since as far back as I can remember. I used to daydream about it as a little girl. I have primarily been a pleasure slave but my last Master……..used me as a pain slave……..”“I came to Master for training and he ended up saving me from my old Master, as he was abusing me. My limits. Come to the back, I keep you safe from all the paparazzi, sì?”“Mille grazie, Giovanni,” said Daphne, as they kissed each other’s cheeks in turn.Giovanni keeps a curtained dining booth at the back of his café for his celebrity operatic guests – of which, thanks to Daphne, he now has plenty. “Come, signorine, sit down. And this is my niece Lucia, visiting from Milano – she will serve you today. Ah, ah, Lucia, just like you, signorina Lucy – but we call her Mimì, like in Puccini. Sorry, her. Knowing that she could handle it, he shoved his dick straight down her tight throat. She could feel his pecker sliding up and down inside her throat and rubbing against the walls, and his balls bouncing off her chin. At the same time he reached down and gave her nipples a hard pinch, causing Nancy to moan in a combination of pain and pleasure and allowing him to push a little deeper into Nancys tight throat. Nancy could not be more pleased about how he was treating her. She had quickly learned. I really had not expected but she turned to me when she got down and gave a smile.Smile? What would be that for? Did she notice clearly that I was enjoying her touch? Did she mean to thank me for keeping her away from drunk? Or did she mean something else! I was totally confused I was not able to forget anything that happened that evening. I reached room and masturbated like I never did before. I had a real orgasm in my entire life. Semen was flowing out of my penis as it was searching for her.