Your shoulders hurt. You stretch, twisting as you settle. The table is cherry, a matching color to the fine wooden wall panels and overhanging beams... A small light spills down from the ceiling, directed right at the table, but it does nothing to distract from illuminated beauties below, or the several circulating girls walking the VIP Balcony.The waitress returns with your drink and you take in a moment to admire her as well. A silver name tag is clipped to her shirt and you read ?Amanda?.. "Chapter 5Mistress enjoyed a few more orgasms induced by my enthusiastic tongue. Then growing temporarily bored she moved away from me and sat languidly in a chair tapping her crop across her hand. "Stand in front of me so that I may examine my property," she demanded with a tone of real authority and interest. I hurried to comply and was soon within touching distance, my legs apart, and my cock thrust forward. I put my hands behind my head and forced my elbows back.She examined me from the tip. She was really on heat. She quickly pulled of her top and was now completely nude sitting on me. I could feel my pyjamas were getting wet and I thought that I was leaking -which I was but it was more of her fluid falling on my pyjamas. She then held up her breast to my mouth and said "Suck them, please" She had about a half inch tit seated on a two inch diameter very black areole. I licked and sucked each one with vengeance. While I was busy with her twin towers she put her hand between her. She leaned into her bedside drawer and brought out the bottle of lubrication we liked to use and poured some into her hand. Its coolness excited me further and she began a slow wank of my bursting erection. “You seem very excited. You weren’t like this when I went out last night. What’s happened to you?” “It’s you. You have changed. You are like some deliciously hot, sexy temptress who knows just how to push my buttons,” I meekly replied. “You seem to be taking pleasure from my discomfort and.