I’ll tuck that idea safely away in my fantasy life where it belongs.”I closed the door and got into the shower. As I was drying off, Mrs. Spencer ...came out of the sauna and showered. I grabbed my robe walked back to my room to dress, not bothering to put the robe on to walk down the hall. When I dressed, I went downstairs and made a pot of coffee and poured two cups. Mrs. Spencer came and sat with me to drink her coffee.“How are things with Kara?” Mrs. Spencer asked. “You’ve brought her here. .. and the new owner, his sale to her he was purposely kept unaware of, to add to the thrill. Naked and waxed of any bodily hair, the hair on his head allowed to grow a little longer, he looked distinctly effeminate. His white buttocks bore the stripery of many a thrashing, fresh red stripes blending with duller marks giving evidence of a history of sadistic torment ... and masochistic pleasure. The display of a broad plug, tight in his anus, bringing satisfied smiles from the women, below it,. The men allowed their hands to fall down to the young dance trainer’s backsides as if by magical gravity or a magnetic attraction of fresh young rump eager to teach their charges that nothing ventured was nothing gained on the dance floor.I had set up a series of private training rooms for the one on one sessions and left them to their own devices but cautioned the girls about using common sense with condoms and cleanliness so the cleaning crew did not become a source of rumor about the heated. The poor guy looked like he was gonna do it. He could ignore me because he could beat me up, but his sister, that was leverage he couldn't fight against.Speedo got up, put the popcorn in my lap, and walked down to Marybeth. Kristy moved over next to me and asked me if I thought he was really going to do it. Speedo said something or other and pointed up to us. When the girls looked up I waved hello and felt slightly foolish. They talked a while longer and Speedo gave me a look. I nodded with a.