I have no idea what this is about but my heart is racing and my wetness is spreading as I watch her pull the display to the podium. She stands before ...the podium all eyes it seems on her hungrily watching as she begins to speak. ‘Hello, I am your host for the evening and you may call me Mistress Sharon. All of the display items you see before you are for sale and may be tried before purchasing. If you have any questions I will be in the next room awaiting your requests,’ she smiles seductively. Then he asked if I would stand up and let him kneel and kiss them. I had never been dominant with men but decided to go along with it as he was cute and I wanted him to fuck me.I surprised myself at how easily I fell into the role of Dominant Mistress and had him licking the soles, sucking the heels and telling him he would be sucking other mens cocks to please me, and finally had him running his tongue from heel to thigh.The real surprise was that he shot his cum all over my bedroom floor. He smiled shyly yet slyly all at once, as if he were both oblivious and telepathic to the all-consuming attraction which had been swelling deep within her for the past two hours. It had been swelling deep within her from the very instant her piercing blue eyes had locked upon a pair of ultra-masculine almond eyes a hundred times more piercing, two hours ago outside the bistro entrance. As he continued graciously, devilishly smiling his gratitude for the assistance she had rendered throughout. Vicky had tried it all, bondage, anal, bisexuality, swinging most of the things that it was possible to do, she had tried it all, or so she thought. Now her life was pretty routine, despite her failings, she was a good Mother.Then her Father bought a lottery ticket and he won nearly half a million pounds. Vicky got fifty grand and enrolled at a local college so that she could finish her hairdressing training and the money paid for nursery fees.At Easter time, her parents offered to take her.