Chloe’s driver, Lindsay, was standing patiently by the trunk and waiting to help load her bags.“Miss Bennet?” the short blonde asked as Chloe ap...roached with her luggage. Chloe guessed that the young woman was only a few years younger than herself, maybe 23 by her eye. The girl had a perky energy about her, especially for an Uber driver.“That’s me!” Chloe said, her voice kind if not a little groggy from her long nap. She was quickly aware of the stark difference in dress between the two of. Graydon was taking in the ambiance of the area when he heard a small voice calling out for help. He turned toward the noise and saw a small, little girl dart out from an alleyway and straight toward him. He stooped down and opened his arms as she leaped into them."Now, now," he gently said, patting her back in an attempt to calm her down. "Why do you not tell Ole' Graydon what is wrong?" M-m-my P-p-poppa," she wailed, pointing toward the alley. "P-please help him!" What is your name, little. A large room with some seats was the Choosing Room where clients waited while a parade of such girls as were currently available passed before them and they chose the girl, or girls, they wanted for their session. Madame explained that the three groups were clearly identifiable by the Dominatrices always carrying a whip, and the Submissives always parading with their hands cuffed together behind their heads.When things were very busy in the House of Joy, it was always the straight sex section. I started stroking my cock while watching Jen, seeing her rub her tiny cunt against the blanket was so erotic. For a few minutes I enjoyed myself, and while it was obvious that Jen was enjoying herself she was not cumming. I told her she wasnt going to have an orgasm doing that and she said, Then we have to try something else, I want an orgasm. Do to me what the guy in the magazine was doing. I didnt know what to do, I knew that was way beyond the bounds, but my hormones had me past the point.