I hated myself for this. The next thing I knew a chair was being brought on to the stage. I was pushed down. My legs were spread and I was blindfol...ed.“This for the pleasure of the audience. I want your pussy exposed to everyone” he said quietly.“Do not protest” he went on “it is also what you want” I heard. I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t even want to. All I could feel was that my pussy was tingling, my body temperature was rising and I was curious. I tried getting up from my chair. Throughout the rest of my shift I kept imagining what Lindsey and I would be doing later that night. I couldn’t believe that I had fucked her a month ago and that I would get to do it again tonight. I wondered if I could cum on her wedding ring again. She seemed to like that last time and the memory of it turned me on. Her, in the shower, on her knees, her soaked hair and wet body, and her ring on her finger – held out to receive the final cumshot that I gave her. That night I waited in room. This included facials, manicures,pedicures, a bikini wax- which I wasn't quite as jealous of- and numerousother treatments. And I, as the boyfriend, had to stay behind when I so,so desperately wanted to be pampered just like the other women."Obviously," I continue, "I realise there's no point in me getting anexpensive makeover or manicure when I have to wash it off at the end ofthe day, but I just... Want to be pampered for a day." You know," Sarah reminds me, "you don't HAVE to wash it all off. Not a risk I was willing to take for the sake of curiosity."No, no," I assured her. "I just did not expect to have a private guide at my beck and call for the entire visit. What if I have to use the uh..." I pointed toward the far hall."Well, I wouldn't follow you in and hold your hand, but I would see that you did not become lost anywhere on your way there or back, as well as making sure that our exit and re-entry did not disturb the service." Music began playing behind the closed doors. "Ah,.