It was Saturday night at the Dixie Wreck Men's Club and the place was packed with yowling, hopefully money-laden, men. When the announcer announced us... the place reached pandemonium level. Most of the clientele had seen our act before and apparently could not get enough of it as they kept coming back and kept throwing money.I got down on my hands and knees and Tai tightened the leash as we made our entrance. She paraded me around like her pet continually yanking on the leash as though I. Few people would have reason to pass near the hiding place, reducing the chance of the youth being spotted.The sunrise reminded the youth that his parents and younger brother had been dead for a little over twenty-four hours. Its fiery coloration reminded Jason how they had died. Jason had mourned in the Yethan fashion for his family and his beloved Carla, but he still felt their loss like an open wound.The young man had never known such hatred as filled him now. He had never wished to unleash. This was a far sight more satisfying than the expected “on your knees” performances demanded by posh gents looking for a quick “tingle” rather than courting a girl in earnest. To be sure, it was demeaning and she regretted her lack of skill to forestall masculine dominance, but looking back on her recent actions with the nicely spoken and well-dressed gentleman, she knew her “tipping point” of slavish obedience was already a fait accompli.“What exactly did you have in mind, my dear Harry?”He. I slid one hand into my panties and spread out my wetness across my clit and folds. Charlie swallowed hard as he watched me. “You enjoying this?” He nodded, eyes darting up to mine before returning to watch my hand. I removed my hand briefly to rid myself of my panties and then stepped a little closer to Charlie, lightly fingering myself in front of his face so he had a good view. Okay, enough teasing, time to get this show moving. I dropped to my knees between his legs and ran my hand lightly.