Someone put a rose-laced wreath around her neck as a prize. She took a bow and made a grand gesture of ambling around like she had just won the Kentuc...ky Derby and was taking a slow victory lap. She reminded me of Chelsea Handler. She was so brazen and despite being dressed like a submissive she wasn’t submissive at all. She was in this to dominate a competition and get recognition. She loved the attention being lauded on her.I knew virtually nothing about BDSM but I knew a poser when I saw. It was huge! At least 8 inches! I was getting a bit nervous, but he soon calmed me down, by kissing my balls and then taking me in his mouth. His tongue licked my cock and his lips slid up and down my shaft. My cock was the hardest it had ever been!He told me to go down on him. I could only just fit his cock in my mouth, but I sucked him and teased him with my tongue. He told me to turn round and kneel on the bed. My mouth went dry and I felt lightheaded. I heard him squeeze the lube onto his. " Some of them young ladies gasped as they realized this, and reflexively closed their legs. "No, don't close your legs, ladies. You shouldn't have to adjust yourself from what is a comfortable stance just because of some male's gaze. You are the ones in control. He is the one who needs to adjust to you. In fact, once your training is done here, you'll see how it will work to your benefit. But I am getting ahead of myself." Jessica nodded to something behind Stewart and. I would show up after hours and do whatever needed done, clean up new items he bought, do the heavy lifting, deliver anything that needed it. The owner, his name is Don, lived behind the shop in a small apartment and usually after I was done with whatever needed doing we would have a few beers before I left.One night after I was done with my work I was getting a beer out of the fridge and noticed a box filled with a bunch of old stag movies. I was looking at then when Don came in and told me.