June Calloway, presenting a formidable figure in a tailored leather suit with a tight jacket and pencil skirt, was standing with a submissive kneeling...at her side. “You made it! Wonderful! And with three slaves? You don’t believe in doing things by halves do you?”Allison grinned, conscious that Naomi and Gordon had no idea who this woman was. Lionel however, gave a muffled squeak or recognition. June, needless to say, ignored him.“That’s quite an outfit too. I love the spikes.”“Thanks. It’s. His tongue was fucking me now like a wild man on a mission, wanting every sweet drop of my juices in his mouth.I began to shake as the climax surged through me like a freight train out of control, flooding his face, and whiskers. He continued lapping up every drop from me while rubbing my g-spot harder, wanting me to totally loose control, and squirt all over him. I quivered, and he sucked even harder, even though I tried to push him away. I wanted him with every fiber of my being, needing to. We were told not to pack spare clothes but just wear jeansand a tee-shirt. I arrived early at 8am as instructed, along with 4other males all looking equally uncomfortable. We were told to enterchanging rooms and remove our clothes which were whisked away. We weregiven pink nightgowns and taken to the treatment area. This wasessentially an extended hairdressers and we were shown around, a nailbar, hair dressing area, laser treatment and tanning booths. Each of uswas ushered to a different. She must have been watching for him at the window, for she opened the door before the bell sounded.'Mamma mia, Dav-eed, you are drown- ed. Oh! Come! Come in, I get you dry.' Ignoring the bag he held out to her, she pulled him into the house and shut the door.'My poor Da-veed, mother of God, you are so wet, you will get to die. 'ere! Take off wet shoes.' She paid no heed to his protests but knelt at his feet and began to pull off his sodden footwear. David was so cold and wet he made little.