"What's going on over there?" Stan yelled. "Let's get her on the bed." You'll be fine," Daddy said, whispering in my ear. "Just have fun, okay?" Don't... mess up your hair," Shelly warned me. "Let me have this."She took off my bathrobe before I realized what she was doing. I felt totally naked as I glanced nervously around the set. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to me though, except for Curt. The big black man sat on the bed waiting for me with a smile on his handsome face."Sit like. I don't like pain. There is nothing eroticabout it. I just endure it and try to get past it. The slaps and pinches driveme back from the edge while the strokes and gentle probing spur me on. Somewant to stroke my arms or neck or along my inner thigh but most lack such subtletyand concentrate on my breasts and pussy. It is like a medieval pilgrimage, the faithful traveling from great distancesto our little church for a chance to lay hands upon the holy relic that mybody has become for them.. Karen passed out papers with her address and directions so people could come for the reception. Sandy rode with me to Karen’s. When I assisted her from my rental car Mrs. Whiting watched and said, ‘I wonder what that’s all about.’ We didn’t respond. I sat in a nice chair inside and Sandy brought me some food and a drink, water. Over the next three hours I met and talked with old friends, new acquaintances and customers of the Builder’s Center. I also met the four people who worked for me. . If the tips are good, you can ask a male and female stripper to fuck on stage. He doesn’t use a condom, so you can see his cum oozing out of her fucked pussy. Other people just visit the night club. On occasion, we host an in-house blow job, jerk off, or fucking contest for our regular members.”“Sure seems more than your normal entertainment place. I’m quite impressed,” Dan commented.“The Diplomat is an exclusive entertainment facility. It is expensive to visit, which keeps your normal unwanted.