After the divorce, I spent a lot of time - and money - at strip clubs. The larger the stripper's breasts, the more I liked watching. I found a growi...g fascination with their exotic underwear, especially their bras. I had a good assortment of Victoria's Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood catalogs and magazines highlighting large-busted models - all well-worn from my frequent perusal. At the clubs, I dated a couple of the girls, spending lavishly on them and treating them well, and the sex. The Shiek sat separately with his guests under a tent and were served cool drinks by the slavegirls all of whom were naked except for the chains on their wrists and ankles. One of the quests was a sadistic lesbian woman, Farah, who lusted for this blonde and asked the Shiek if she could punish her further on the tripod after the whipping. The shiek agreed . The whipping began and the first lash across the back of the English beauty brought an ungodly scream from her . She screamed throughout. I was sure he would be well served before he saw the street. I was about to leave, my duty done, when the old lady held my arm."I've got a special job for you," she said sweetly. "One I am sure you will thank me for." She rang her tinkling bell again. "Get Julia," she told her curtseying maid."Julia?" I said."Um, a new one," said the madam. "From the city. The British occupied her house, tossed her father in the gutter and used her shamefully for about a month, and then one of my people heard. “Wow Danielle, you’re so cute in the flesh!” She said. “Awww thank you. You’re so sexy!” I said. She held her right hand out and I knelt down and kissed each one of her fingers. Then I sucked on them, one at a time. "What are the chances of this?” I said. “I know baby it’s freaky!” Agreed Sarah. I put my glass down and sat beside her on the sofa. Her smile faded as she read my intentions. She looked down following my fingers with her eyes as I put my hand on her leg. She had on a denim skirt.