” Bobby continued, “I think the rec room is where we should put on the shows so you two,” he indicated Bruce and I, “Go in there and plan what... you are going to do. The rest of us will plan out what order each of our shows will be in. Oh, and I think that anything less than ten minutes is not a show. Marty do you…” As soon as Bobby had said we should go into the rec room, Bruce was pulling me along with him. He turned on all the lights so the room was well lit. It was a very large room. . "Not for your own pleasure, but because nothing is more important to you than giving others pleasure." And he drilled it into me. He didn't let me orgasm for months at a time, until I reached a state where I didn't even think about orgasm. Oh, I wanted it. I wanted nothing else but to cum and release the tension. But I never expected it. All I expected was to please whoever I was working on that day, because I knew no pleasure would come to me. Only pain and humiliation, which I was taught to. He responded by walking deeper into my room, ultimately standing between me and the window, simultaneously shading me and infusing me with the warmth of his smile. Our eyes met, and it was like the wind had been knocked out of me. I licked my lips and my gaze shifted down to the curve of his lips. I suddenly had to know what they felt like. My eyes traveled further downward, taking in his short tunic with the peak in the front where his cock lay, erect. Zeus slowly leaned forward while I was. She knows that's her best asset, no pun intended. If she were to wear dresses, she'd have men falling all over themselves as she walked by, but that's not her thing. She's not exactly a feminist, but she does believe in the principles they stand for; you know, equal pay for equal work. All in all, though she looks tough, she is a real sweetheart underneath it all.Anyway, she agreed to help me, and because of her usual style of dress, I was just a little skeptical of what she'd wear that night..