The part that both scares and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a prostitute for a night activates that part of my fantasy mind that a...ll to easily crosses the line but so far I haven't. I do admit that when I'm masturbating in the picture window I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the. I majored in Psychology and minored in Sociology in college. I wantedto use my education, so when my friend encouraged me to become aprofessional Dominatrix like her, I declined. However, I remained anactive member in the D&S community and I eventually decided tocombine my two loves in life, Female Domination and Psychology. Ioffered more than just a D&S session, I also offered counseling if a maleclient wanted to better understand why he desired to be sexuallydominated by a woman. I placed an. She knew there was at least one strap-on, maybe two but kept feeling until she found a double-headed toy. That is what she pulled out.Holding the toy between them, each began to blow their end. Once they had plenty of moisture on the toy, Janelle wanted to swap ends, where they again continued the prolonged blowjob. They each engulfed their end so that their noses where only inches apart. They licked the toy like a real cock. Janelle stood on the bed and turned around before returning to the. Their eyes, filled with terror, seemed to be starting from their sockets. “NOOOOOOO ...” shrieked Karena. “OOOOHHHH... YOU CAN’T... YOU WOULDN’T ... N-NOT ON OUR B-BREASTS!” “Tits,” said Miralda. “Slaves have tits, not breasts ...” Zena joined in the anguished pleading. “OHHH... NNNNOOOO... YOU MUSTN’T ...YOU COULDN’T MEAN TO DO IT!” “Do you think we should continue with the whalebone?” asked Miralda. I nodded. “Yes... it is slim, but cuts nicely. A cane might do much more damage too quickly.”.