People of every description were out to have a good night, ladies dressed up to the nines Slave and men dressed to impress them. I said my hellos to the surprisingly numerous people I recognised on the short trip to the bar whilst looking around at the eye-candy on offer. The slutty girls were pulling shapes on the dancefloor, almost exclusively dressed in very short, almost painted on dresses, some showing considerably more cleavage than others but all looking good. The players – all dressed in bright, peacock shirts - were trying to keep up in the hope of getting laid, by the bumping and grinding going on it was safe to say some of them may have been getting their wish. The older, albeit equally attractive ladies, dressed plainer but classier were sat around the tables between the dancefloor and the bar with their respective – or prospective – partners not far away. And of course, there was the obligatory crowd of men by the pool table doing a very bad job of looking disinterested in the copious amounts of female flesh spread around them. I made my way to the bar, noting that clock on the rear wall showed that I was fifteen minutes early, and ordered my usual drink from the barman. I knew that Jack wasn’t working tonight so did a quick visual scan to see if he was anywhere domination in sight – no luck. When the barman returned asked where the boss was. “oh, he’s downstairs sorting out something in the cellar. He shouldn’t be long” I thanked him, paid for my drink and swung my newly acquired barstool around to watch the crowd. A few minutes later Jack appeared from a small door off in the direction of the restrooms accompanied by two large men in suits. I assumed at first that they were security for the night but the looks on the three faces made it instantly clear that they were in the middle of a heated discussion. I immediately got up and made my way clumsily through the crowd, intent on coming to my friend’s aid. The two men were shouting aggressively, with the odd poke to Jack’s chest, by the time I got there and only made out the last part of the conversation. “Okay, okay” Jack was saying with his hands up in surrender, “I will get it done. BDSM Tell the boss not to worry” “You’d better, John” said one of the men, intentionally getting his name wrong, “cos none of us will be happy if we have to come back – least of all you!” another poke to the ribs. “Is there a problem here gentlemen?” I asked, loud enough to get their attention. Now, I’m not a big guy by any stretch of the imagination, but I do work out and with several years of martial arts training, I was able to look after myself. Still, both of these men towered over Brutal me. “Aw look at this Rob,” the shouting man said to his companion, “Jonny’s boyfriend has come to rescue him. What are you gonna do about it little man?” I smiled “Me? Oh, Im not going to do anything. But you are in the face of a very popular landlord and that is something that these people,” I gestured to the growing crowd of concerned locals and inebriated regulars now gathered behind me “don’t take kindly to that sort of thing.” Both man looked nervously at the crowd, I stepped in closer, lowering my voice so only the two men could hear. “Now I suggest you get on your way, otherwise you will see first-hand what a real bar riot looks like and none of us will like that – least of all you” my last sentence mimicking his threat to Jack. The shouting man took another look at the crowd, did a quick one-breath laugh, nodded in acceptance and started to walk away, turning to Jack as he did “Remember sunshine, one month!” A few seconds later they were lost japanese in the crowd. “Wanna tell me what that was all about?” I asked Jack when they were gone She accepted, giving me an appraising Brutal look as she took each finger. Karina was on her knees popping my cock in her mouth as she would periodically look up at me. We had done this many times, it was thrilling to be relieved into her mouth with others so near and time so pressed. Suddenly, a pair of hands whirled me around. When she was vulnerable.” "Yes, I'd like that." Hank held himself in the young girl, until his balls were emptied for the second time. It was Monday morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table by myself eating some toast. her. Tony moaned as he penetrated his mother's snatch for the first time in his life, breaking the ultimate taboo. He gripped her chin in his hand and made sure she was looking directly domination in his eyes. "Do you want me and Susan there to protect you from yourself?" The expressionless forest spirit inclined her head as though to study me from a different angle. Unfortunately we have BDSM to walk back up that hill. She followed her father to his and her mother's bedroom and was starting to feel frightened as he too locked the door behind them. “What a slut,” Ulrich groaned, his dick gaining a second wind as he watched Slave her transformation into slutdom. He rubbed his wrists, where the ropes had been tightest, before removing his blindfold. “Yeah, okay. I looked him in the eye and then looked down at my cleavage, somewhat inviting him. We continued going around more stalls with Tony talking to more and more people. I won't even let your father touch me. He's just masturbated to my naked flesh.” Wendy looks at Ron and japanese says, “Oh, I bet you like that don’t you.” She looks at Marcy and smiles, then back to Ron. We shared a taboo, incestuous passion. "Ohhhhh . . . He pressed one hand on her forehead and clamped the other on her arm. Then Jackie, who was sitting next to me, started rubbing my crotch and whispering in my ear, all the naughty things they were going to do to me later.