You'll LOVE it, man." So, I was understandably intrigued by my friends enthusiastic endorsement; and I called the guys number, chatted with him briefl..., and set up a time the next afternoon to go over there.When I got there, the guy, David, and I, sat around his apartment for a while just chatting. As we did, I noticed a wooden bench-like thing setting to one side of the room. I asked him about it. He smiled and said: "That's what I call a 'milking bench.' "I was intrigued by it. He explained. Your arms eagerly encircle me and you lean into me. I raise my eyebrow when my hand encounters nothing but the bare skin of your back. Hooking the garment bag over the door, I turn you around let out a low wolf-whistle. It is quite obvious that the jeweled collar IS the only thing holding the dress up. There is no back at all! The dress meets low on the curve of your bottom, and a quick stroke of my finger assures you that there is no room for pesky underwear underneath.The men of my office. Reservations allowed the atmosphere to remain intimate and uncrowded.There were few rules at the Club. One of which was that no person would force another to participate in any activity they did not want to be included in. No one was allowed to destroy property or injure anyone on purpose. Erotic behavior that might get "messy" was limited to special purpose rooms that were designed for ease of sanitation. Members that abused guest privileges or became intoxicated habitually were asked to. " Amber began to protest, looking over her shoulder at the kneeling woman."Look at that mirror!" Dr. Fuller shouted, and Amber quickly resumed watching herself. Her eyes were wide and her lips formed an embarrassed "0" as the doctor twisted and poked her squirming butt with the thin rod.This is terrible, Amber opined silently. I will NEVER tell anyone what happens in here!When the doctor replaced the plastic rod with a buzzing electric dildo, Amber's already-fragile ego was pushed far beyond.