Despite their usual bragging about sexual conquests, he knew none of his work buddies had anything useful to offer on the subject. Either married, or ...perpetually single, that was their lot. The internet? Desperate times call for desperate measures, he thought grimly. I’ll probably get nothing but trolling, but whatever. After some searching, he was able to find what looked like a reliable forum for relationship advice. A little hesitation at first, but he finally typed out: ~Luckystarz: Hey. As far as the BDSM portion of our relationship I've become both "Daddy & Dom" to both of you and we've been having some amazingly wonderful times at the events we've been able to attend. Oddly enough, especially for the state of Oklahoma, it is not i*****l to engage in sexual intercourse at the "Events" as long as all the parties are of legal age and give their consent. As a result we've had a few "scenes" that really had everyone very turned on. Oh, one thing I'm discovering about the BDSM. The muscles around his neck tensed and he strained his buttocks. With no apreciable delay he orgasmed. Thick spurts jetted from his glans, flopping into a small glass that the compere had smoothly held in position. A trail spurt, another, then a massive jet that splashed the side of the glass and six more equally strong. Amelie calmly finished him off, squeezing his shaft and milking it firmly."7.2 grams!" called out the compere to much cheering.Wayne was led forward and Suzette started to wank. The shock of his voice literally throws us both back. We look at we other a laugh again. Nuns, drivers, how much bad timing can one couple survive in a night! I call back up to the driver to park on the point and "take an hour". "I'll be in the aquarium, when you need me just push the pager button" he replies. We hear the front door shut and we are alone. The driver has parked the limo out on a promontory that is directly across a harbor from the main heart of the city. The clouds have broken.