Perhaps it was good to get off; perhaps then she’d relax. Perhaps too, she didn’t think of any of these things. Going behind Black Doors was like being drunk. It would be tough to do this completely sober.
Having realized that she’d climaxed, the grey-haired customer pushed her off his lap. He wanted another woman to take care of him. This one, a brunette, who went by the name Bonnie, slumped to the floor at his feet and gave him a blowjob, while Maureen moved back into the crowd serving guests and occasionally eyeing what was happening with the couple on stage.
The Dom was teasing the woman’s body with a whip, the thin thing running over her flesh as tenderly as a lover’s caress. He mesmerized her with his gentleness and then, without warning, snapped the whip ferociously so it stung
