“What the fuck” I thought to myself before just deciding to open the door. I swung it outward and a small blonde woman was revealed to me. “Who ...he h….”“Shh” the woman reached up putting her finger to my lips….”we don’t have a lot of time” she whispered before gasping as she looked down. I’d neglected to put my cock away and now this little blonde woman was getting an eyeful. I couldn’t place where I had seen her before, obviously she was a member of the club but she was more familiar than. It took her all of fifteen seconds, much longer than I'd thought it would, before she suddenly said, "Oh! God's not going to punish me more if He disagrees with you, is He?" She'd done very well being so slow to think of it, as that implied that she'd largely accepted my earlier reassurances about God not being a fearsome tyrant, but she was worried now that she'd thought of it. This was her first disobedience since I'd maneuvered God into letting me punish her first, and the idea of being in. Then the hands running up my leg and tickling my balls, it was like an electrical storm, the most pleasurable sensations ever. I smiled and she smiled back at me and our hands played as I still felt the motions and pleasure on my cock. It was at that moment I realized all the pieces weren’t correct in my perception of what was happening and she giggled as she got up and I could see Paul feeding on my cock. His hands were gently strocking my legs, his mouth sliding back and forth on my shaft. I wondered if they would drive me home and allow me to pay them when I got home? I hung up the phone. When I turned I noticed I was not the only person in the back room. Two men were playing pool. Large, strong, looking men with tattoo's on their arms. I knew I was in the wrong kind of place. As I gathered up my purse one of the men stood in front of me. "Hey babe. Want us to by you a drink?" I tried to say excuse me and walk around him but he sidestepped into my path. "What is the matter?.