” I replied.“Well,” she added as she stood from the chair while still maintaining eye contact with my wife, “Follow me, won’t you?”She sto...od and led the way back down a hallway with many rooms off to both sides, the doorways sheltered by only a heavy curtain. She finally turned into the second opening on the left, turned and motioned for us both to join her. Once inside the tiny space, she asked my wife to remove her coat and have a seat up on the padded table. As my wife untied and opened the. "Kyle, sent me," she said, not really sure she had been heard.The door opened slowly to reveal a man perhaps twenty years her senior, trim and handsome in a rugged sort of way, graying around the temples. His face and arms were weathered. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large mustache reminded her of town Marshals in western movies."Well," he said. “Yes, in both cases,” Dad said.“I probably won’t do that,” Simon seemed disinterested.“I would rather you check to make sure I have it in then some weirdo, Sir,” Froggy pouted.“You’d still let some weirdo inspect your fudge factory if he wants,” Simon said.“Yes, sir,” Froggy sounded dejected.“You don’t have to let anyone touch your ass. They can just look!” Dad reminded us both that was all that was required of submissives.After the short collaring ceremony, he walked us over to Mister. He continued taking off the shirt exposing the college boy's wide aureoles and fat nipples which he kissed and pinched. He then knelt and took off the khaki pants, shoes, socks and left him standing with his briefs showing a bulge. The mature man then started to undress taking off his suit and hanging it properly and the shirt also hanging it neatly. Francis looked at the mature man standing before him as he lowered his briefs showing a thick 9" cock with a large mushroom head. The flaccid.