“Hold it.” I ordered her placing the chain in her mouth and she quickly clamped her mouth down onto the chain.I walked over to the wall and picked...up a large wooden paddle, I walked back over to Sophie and ran the paddle along her inner thigh over her pussy then along her over thigh before I lifted it and brought it swiftly down on her inner thigh, she groaned with her mouth closed still holding onto the chain connecting the clamps.I repeated the process 5 times on both of her thighs leaving. ” He stopped laughing and transfixed me with those eyes again. “Please let your hair down for me.” I reached behind and removed the clips that kept every strand locked in place, then shook my head so it fell around my shoulders. “How’s that?” I practically purred, suddenly feeling incredibly flirty and feminine, feelings I hadn’t felt in such a while I barely recognized them. He reached out to tuck a few loose ones behind my ear. “Why Ms Farrell, you are a fine looking woman, do you know that?”. The tightness around his neck increased."Stand" she ordered. He stood up, shoulders back."Undress" she demanded releasing his tie. He quickly dispensed of his clothing, standing still awaiting Her next command. She circled his naked form. Inspecting him, taking in every detail of his body. When she came back into his view she has taken off Her blazer and jeans. Revealing a dark red and black lace corset, with black satin panties and thigh high, black stockings. She stood before him and placed. That was the one where I met Jack. They each seemed to have their own crowd.Over the years of me being a slut I put time in at both places. There had been some surprises over time and in some cases, a few shocks. It was different because no one recognized me when I was dressed until it was too late to avoid backing out besides, inside a booth, most of the time I was just a willing mouth or ass on the other side of a glory hole. When that’s the only contact no one knows or cares, it’s just.