He caught the hint and tossed the drink out. When he turned back to her, his forehead was scrunched up, eyebrows raised. ‘Are you feeling okay?’ G...off went to put his hand on her forehead but she batted it away. ‘I’m fine.’ The bartender wasn’t having it. He leaned forward on the wood of the bar, searching for her eyes. Sage made an effort to make her hands more interesting than anything else in the club. ‘Seriously,’ he probed. ‘What’s going on?’ He glanced around, then leaned forward a. We couldn’t help but to bust out laughing as we looked for our clothes and put them back on. He handed me what was left in the bottle along with the flutes and we walked out to the stand. This place was old school – regulars, foot-long, chili dogs. I told him I wanted some onion rings, but he insisted on fries. I found out why. He slipped one into his mouth and guided the other end onto my lips and we ate it slowly until our lips met. I think it was even hotter for him to watch me purse my lips. This was an expression that Jacqui had never heard before but the gloating of the Doms and the fearful glances of the Subs told her that this was one of the private, and spectacular, rituals of the Hang Out Club. Judging from the various reactions it was also something special which did not often happen.The Dom handcuffed the unfortunate girl with her hands behind her back and then positioned her on the whipping frame, but not with her arse or belly in the air as Jacqui had expected; She was. While I was lying on my bed, he started massaging my legs. He was also enjoying my waxed legs. He was slightly coming close to my inner thighs. I didn’t object him and allowed him to do as he wanted. After massaging my legs and inner thighs for 15 minutes he said me to lie on my stomach so that he can massage my back. I did what he said. He pulled my top and was shocked to see that I was not wearing bra. He massaged my back very nicely. After some time it was like that his hands was on my whole.