Inside, the girls were not disappointed with the new club; it was all tastefully appointed and the music and lighting were soft. It had the feel of a ...entleman’s club rather than a nightclub and the patrons there in numbers all seemed very well turned out; many gurls and males all looking the part, gone was the shabby raucous feel that the old venue had had; the girls felt immediately at home, secure from the teasing rabble who had frequented it before. They could not know that there were. I would not kick her out of bed. He took her picture. The guys had now taken up positions among the tables so that every gal in the audience was close enough to at least one guy to see his equipment. ‘How many of you gals have not, I say again, have not, taken a beautiful cock into your mouth?’ Now that is one hell of a ballsy question, which if asked to these same women while sober would have royally pissed them off. But they weren’t sober, and they had thirty minutes of high stimulation to. It was the first time at her lesson when I was really interested. What she had in her mind???- John, come here! – She called me from the living-room. When I entered she was sitting on the sofa and her legs were parted a bit.- Sit near me. – I obeyed.- I noticed that you look at my legs and bust every time you come here. Don’t turn crimson; there is nothing wrong about it. This is natural, I understand.She took my hand and put it on her knee. I looked at her questioningly.- I can’t hide the fact. At least not this time. I may someday, but not today."I was relieved to hear that, but I still couldn't figure out why we were here. I was directed up on a table. I hopped up on the table, biting my lower lip with nervous trepidation. Before I knew it, my hands had been grabbed and I was forcefully pushed down on my back and my wrists were tied to the table. I struggled to get my arms loose but couldn't move. While I was focused on getting my arms loose, my legs were spread apart and my ankles.