Her husband would let go at that point and let her ass pull the butt plug to a rest in her ass. She always moaned and sighed when it happened. “Alis...n, you are acting like a common whore. Bent over, legs spread, moaning from a good fucking.” the voice says to her. The fucking machine speeds up, driving deeper, forcing her into deeper pleasure, she can feel the orgasm building. A hand lands on her ass with a smack and a sting, again, and again, and again! Alison throws her head back screaming. On it went, the early arrivers being mostly locals, many familiar, and all obviously excited. After about twenty were seated, I still had not had time to take orders. June came in, and made a short speech, announcing the opening of the new club, and lounge, and introducing "your host". Applause. I started taking orders, apologising for the delay. "Don't worry, we were enjoying the sights," was the general reply.God it felt great. I had not forgotten the exhilaration, but taking up where I had. Just as i was about to climb up to my floor i met Mr Patel, my landlord on the 3rd floor. We chit chatted a bit and he informed me his family had gone to their native place for the holidays. When i was about to take his leave, he asked me “Arjun, would you care for a drink?” with nothing much to do i said OK. Now let me describe MR Patel, he’s typically your Gujju guy, 57 years old, portly belly, would weigh close to 90 kgs and balding. Well i went up and kept my bag and told Priya that i’m. Myself, Julia (a close friend of mine and professional dominatrix who happens to have an Italian mother) and her live-in slave sara. She was bound to a wooden horse, naked, with a nice jawbreaking ball gag in her mouth that sara kindly kept in her cunt for an hour. After the initial shock the bitch didn’t seem to waste time and started cursing and shouting threats. However neither of us was very impressed. Each of us grabbed a fibreglass cane, obviously one of the advantages to work as a pro.