They had trained her well. I was her first potential customer and yet she seemed to know many of the tricks pleasure slaves had used on me before to t...y to ensure it was them that I chose.“So how long have you been married Linsey?” I asked her.“Oh, just over three years now sir,” she replied.“How is it you both decided for you to submit yourself to become a pleasure slave?” I asked.“Well, we got into debt when we moved to this city, and just got further and further into debt over the last year. We swapped life stories and I found out that he was a life long bachelor although he admitted to having a few liaisons, occasionally with married women. He didn't admit at this point that the married women's husbands had been fully aware of him! Anyway, I saw him most mornings and by the second or third morning we were chatting away like old buddies and exchanging quite intimate details.On Wednesdays, the local pub regularly held a steak special lunch and he said that these were very good. She caught my glance and answered my silent thought. "I can take care of that!" She slid the condom off and tossed it into the trash, then knelt in front of me and began expertly sucking me, getting me hard again. She looked up at me with a grin, pulled away for a moment, and said "Bet you didn't know I worked as a fluffer to put myself through school, did you?" She dove back in eagerly, giving what I can only describe as the best head I have ever had in my life. In no time, I was harder. "OHHH," I moaned."Is that a yes?" Rochelle teased me. Again she pulled the nipple clamps."Yes!" I cried out. "Well are you ready for something different?" Rochelle asked me, getting up from the tub."Um okay," I said. Now why was I always wondering what was going to happen? I thought to myself."Stay there and do not move. If you move I am not going to be happy and you do not want to know what will happen when I'm not happy," Rochelle said leaving the bathroom. I could hear her in our room and I.