I strutted towards them all the time realizing the older gentleman was staring me up and down like a piece of meat. I think I smiled from the attentio...n.When I reached them, Sir spoke, “How is your ass feeling? Sounded like you were enjoying yourself back there.”Asshole. I did not even respond as his question was not intended to elicit an answer.Sir continued, “This is Larry, he is a special customer of yours. He has paid a special price for you so he gets special treatment. Do not treat him. We are thinking of putting a one way mirror on the far wall of the bedroom which has another bedroom on the other side of the wall so he can move around while watching me with my lovers.I am actually quite picky about who I fuck. I prefer married guys - I figure that really lessens the chance of disease and commitments. Ken has made a few rules which I easily abide by. I can never fuck the same guy more than once in a thirty day period, I always fuck them at our house and if I fuck anyone while. As a girl I had been aware of him, this was nothing new, I had seen him nude as he had exposed himself to me when I was around seven, and even touched me inappropriately as I slept in bed, but I never mentioned it, even back then as a young girl I had felt sorry for him, as he had never married, so I just accepted it and pretended it meant nothing.But now, at sixteen I was on my way to womanhood, half girl and half woman, I had different feelings now, a dull ache in my crotch, even my nipples. His big hands had made such a striking impact onher in the past.Putting her hands on his hips, Katherine lowered herself to herfishnetted knees. At least I'm on the doormat, she thought. Eric rested ahand on her head and straightened himself back up. She looked up at himand mustered her enthusiasm, opening her mouth just slightly and focusingon his crotch. She undid his belt and struggled just a little with hiszipper. The snug leopard-print gloves deadened her fingertips and she wasalready so.