I am your Master and you will learn your place. Leave if you feel you must but it will be out the front door."She sniveled, the fire gone from her eye...."I can't leave, I'm not dressed." You can leave how you are, or you can stay as you agreed. It is how I chose and what I want that matters slave. Walk out or drop and worship me."Her eyes grew wide; she looked at me, then to the door and back at the others sitting on the couch. She was lost and in the grips of fear and panic when her eyes. I invited him to come to my room. It turned out he was only a few rooms away from mine and in a few minutes he was at my door dressed only in a robe. I was still naked with cum oozing from my ass hole as he came in. To my surprise he was one of the guys I had met earlier on the job and we would be working together for the next ten days. He was a big, robust guy and when he opened the robe my eyes bugged out at the size of his cock. He was big, maybe not the biggest I had ever seen, but not far. It got easier over time but it felt strange at first. Grabbing the shaft of his black cock, licking, kissing it and hearing him moan. The word must have spread that I can deepthroat because literally everyone asks me to. BBC after BBC, guys came in my mouth, on my tits and my face. Sooooo many guys asked for sex too in the booth but I wasn't down...at the time. A few weeks into it a black dude came in and I felt like we instantly connected when I was on stage. He tipped me by putting alot of. "Why thank you."She blushed.A minute or 2 of awkward silence passed before it was broken by an unpleasant gurgling sound emanated from her bloated tummy."Oh sorry, I get wind when I'm nervous."She admitted."That's ok." I reassured, trying to stifle my nervous giggle."Do you mind?"She anxiously asked."Go for it!"I beamed.Her face stuck to a focus look, clearly she was trying to push out a fart and, sure enough...*PPPFFFTTTTTPPPTTPPTT!!*A loud rattling fart thundered out of her well-endowed.