I headed over to my “office” to see how things were going here. As expected, the place ran itself. The yes, no, gay, bi, and straight-colored brac...lets were working great. Some things did need my approval because they cost a lot of money. Then I had to deal with some staff issues.“I have to be the bearer of bad news, but you need to address these matters quickly. Right now, we have three chaperones that we suspect are grooming the kids in other suites to want to have sex with them. The problem. " Belt," Gary said, "ignore wearer." OWNER COMMAND ACCEPTED." Mmmmmph!"For once, the belt didn't reply, and I felt slightly better... I wriggled, trying in vain to dislodge the clamps from my nipples. I stopped wriggling when I felt Gary's hand on my inner thigh - bound helpless as I was, I couldn't do anything to stop him gently stroking up towards my vulnerable, soaking-wet pussy... I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside. He began to thrust his fingers back and forth, stroking my clit with. So I go out to this brothel. It was in a big old house in a bad neighborhood. The pimp looked just like you would imagine; a tall skinny black man in flashy clothes wearing lots of gold chains. He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a chick who could do really nasty things. Looks weren’t that important I just wanted a woman who wouldn’t be grossed out by my foreskin.He said he had just the hoe for me. She would do anything for fifty dollars. Her name was Lacey and she was just finishing. Sarah really wasn’t in the mood to fuck, but he had made her breakfast. Her eyes racked over his body, deciding that had to be the only reason she had brought him back to her place, she willingly opened her thighs for him. She closed her eyes as she felt the first dip of his thick callused fingers slide inside her panties. Pushing her chair back from the table she opened her legs wider and leaned back. He slid his digit in deeper, screwing the hole and bringing slick moisture from deep within.