Mary Lynn felt more than a little embarrassed as she entered the shop, but she told herself there was no one around that she knew, so what the heck! Jim was worth a little self-consciousness on her part.

There were all kinds of little sexy leather things in there. She tried on little leather shorts and bikini tops with chains, bending over in front of the mirror, inspecting how the shorts fit her round behind. Hmmm. Not bad.

"Ooo Jim! Bet you'd like these, wouldn't you?" she giggled to herself.

Next she tried on a little black leather dress. It fit so tight all the way down. Well, not too far down - it was pretty short and very low-cut, a deep V plunging between her creamy mounds. She imagined walking with her husband into some of their favorite dance clubs with her in that little dress. Whoa baby! Wonder what type of attention she would get then? Mmmm! She ran her fingers and hands down her sides and over her breasts just like she knew Jim would do.

Then something else caught her eye. Something she always teased Jim about that she would sorta like to try on just for fun, but never really did. She couldn't stand it -she just had to try it on. It was a "Yes Mistress" outfit if there ever was one. Very little! Thong in the back. Little patch of black leather to cover her own little patch. A leather corset that laced up the front with half cups that held her breasts up and out. Black stockings with leather tops. Her nipples got very hard as she put it on and looked in the mirror. She fantasized about commanding Jim to get down on his knees and lick her spike-heeled leather boots. Oh yeah! All she needed with this getup was a whip. And maybe some handcuffs for good measure

She was lost in her fantasy and didn't even notice the leather clad sales girl approach.

"Need any help?"

Mary Lynn quickly turned around, rather embarrassed and blushing furiously. She was too flustered to speak, so the salesgirl continued.

"Oh come on babe! No need to be shy in here. From what I can see, you definitely have nothing to be shy about, and you certainly shouldn't hide what you have. Let's see here. Looks good in front. Turn around".

Timidly biting her succulent lip, Mary Lynn slowly turned her back to the rather wild looking blond.

"Alright girl! Very hot! That is some sweet little ass you got on you, too. Aren't looking for a modeling job, are you? I know my boss would hire you in a second! Hey Jeff, come here!"

"You aren't calling a man over, are you?" Mary Lynn gasped nervously. "I'm just here to find something, you know, to put on for my husband when I get back home."

"Oh, Jeff would love to see how you look in this. He said he has never seen a chick yet that made that outfit look really good. Well honey, I know he's going to change his mind now."

While she was a bit frightened and very mortified to be seen in such an outfit, Mary Lynn couldn't help but feel more than a little flattered. She smiled and turned back around as Jeff walked over.

Whoa! He was tall. Fine - very fine looking. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Dressed in a skin-tight black leather outfit, he looked like a rock star ­ the kind she'd seen on MTV. His body was very masculine looking, she decided. He had the sexiest teeth she'd ever seen.

As he stood there inspecting her, the small town girl was finding it hard to even breath. After all, she was nearly naked and being scrutinized by a handsome New York man who was a complete stranger. Without even thinking about it, she stood up a little taller, shoulders back, her breasts causing the leather cups to strain considerably more.

"What do you think, Jeff?" the blonde salesgirl asked.

"Oh yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about. Pure class. Great bod. She's hired! I've never seen that outfit look so fucking HOT! Just name your price. I'm not kidding! I mean it. You look so fuckable. Wait. It's that innocent look you have that makes that wicked outfit look so..so..

"Fuckable?" the blonde girl repeated.

"Yeah. Totally fuckable. If I had her model for a few pictures, I could do an ad and sell tons of that little number. Women would buy it to look like her and men would buy it just to fantasize about her when they fuck their wives", he laughed.

"She's not here for a job, Jeff. She's just looking for something to surprise her husband with when she goes home", the blond said.

"Damn. I knew she was too good to be true. Such a shame, too. She would really bring in the business. Well, I'll say one thing. You have one hell of a lucky husband. I hope he knows what he has."

"Why thank you, kind sir", Mary Lynn smiled.

"Wait, Jeff. You haven't even seen the best part." Smiling evilly at Mary Lynn she continued "Turn around, doll. Show him how hot your ass looks in that thing".

Mary Lynn hesitated, but the expectant look on their faces compelled her to comply. She couldn't believe she was standing there, her firm round behind covered only by a thin strip of black leather, being ogled by two people she'd just met.

"HOLY SHIT" Jeff shouted. "Now THAT'S an ass, baby! THAT is a fucking ASS!"

"I knew you would like her", the blonde snickered.

Mary Lynn couldn't believe they were carrying on this type of conversation with her standing right here!

Jeff continued, "Yeah! Such a shame. That's all I can say. Are you sure, uh, I didn't get your name"

"Mary Lynn"

"Of course it is", he said as he rolled his eyes. "Even the fucking name is perfect. Are you sure, Mary Lynn, you don't want to make some money and do a little modeling? I could have a photographer here in twenty minutes. Your picture would be in magazines and on taxis all over town. I'd make it worth your while." He was practically begging.

Mary Lynn was beaming inside that he found her so attractive, but she shook her pretty head and sighed "No, I'd better not. Sorry"

Jeff walked away grumbling.

The voluptuous salesgirl shrugged her shoulders. "I told you! I know what Jeff likes. He's very particular. Not too many women come in here and turn his head. Believe me, I've tried myself"

Mary Lynn took off the outfit and got dressed in her own clothes. As she walked out, Jeff was standing at the door. "Listen Mary Lynn, I'll not only give you that outfit, but I'll pay you to wear it down the street in the dance club tonight. I'll escort you myself. Besides, it would make the idea of you NOT working for me a little easier."

"Thanks, but I don't think so," Mary Lynn replied sheepishly and left the store.

Very proud of herself, the cute brunette walked down the street with an even bigger than normal smile on her face. She was amazed by how much attention a simple girl like her was getting in this big city. The club Jeff had mentioned was only two doors down. Mary Lynn stopped to take a look out of curiosity. It looked very interesting. Columns outside. Seductive lighting on the signs.

"Please give me the pleasure of taking you, Mary Lynn. You can wear what you have on. You look great.." Startled, she turned to see Jeff standing behind her. He was really pleading with her now.

"Oh Jeff! You silly man! You ARE very persistent, aren't you? I guess you've talked me into it. Let me just go freshen up and I'll meet you back here in an hour. But I can't stay late. Promise?" she insisted.

"Promise! I'll just be happy to walk in with you on my arm. Here. This is for you."
He handed her a black box. She knew what was in it.

Back in her room, she applied all fresh makeup which was much more appropriate for a night out in the Big Apple. She again tried on the black leather gift Jeff had given her, but just couldn't bring herself to wear it in public. After all, she really was a GOOD girl, and good girls don't wear things like that in public, do they? As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, it wasn't hard for her to imagine what it might be like if she DID wear it to a crowed disco. She even turned around, looking back over her shoulder and checked out the little leather thong, remembering the look on Jeff's face when he saw it.

"Oh my GOODNESS!" she giggled to herself as a delicious shiver ran through her. Reluctantly removing the outrageous leather, she decided to wear a soft, short black skirt that flared out over her hips and a dark gray top that looked more like a camisole, with two spaghetti straps that held up the rather low cut lacy lingerie. Her husband had packed this outfit for her and she wondered for a moment what he might be thinking if he knew she was wearing it to a dance club with a very sexy man she'd just met. The thought made her giggle out loud as she shimmied into a tiny pair of sheer black panties and thigh high stockings. She tried on three different bras, but none of them looked right with her new top, so she decided to be really daring and just not wear one at all! After all, this WAS New York!

And hour later they walked in the club, bypassing the long line behind the rope at the door. The hulking guy guarding the entrance knew Jeff well and let them right in. Mary Lynn very impressed and more than a little excited.

The inside of the club seemed to throb with the loudest music Mary Lynn had ever heard. It was very dark inside, but incredible colored lights were flashing and careening around, splashing all over the dance floor. She had never seen a place like that or people dressed the way they were. There were a few people dressed similar to her in backless or strapless short-skirted evening outfits, but most were dressed in extremely wild costumes. Women dressed like men and even some men in dresses. Lots of bizarre makeup, tattoos and piercings. And lots and lots of skin! She was glad she had decided not to wear the outrageous Mistress outfit Jeff had given her, though it wouldn't have been out of place in there at all, she decided.

With all the bodies dancing and the hot disco lights, the place was very warm. Jeff said he'd get them some drinks. Mary Lynn watched as the bartender greeted Jeff as if they were best friends, and after a brief conversation, they laughed heartily as two immense margaritas were mixed. She also noticed that Jeff made a quick phone call. He was very popular, concluded Mary Lynn.

She drank the salty concoction, probably a little too fast, as several people came by to say hello to her escort who proudly introduced her to each one. They all told her how good she looked which made her feel very, very special.

"Want to dance?" he grinned.

"I love to dance, yes!"

"Well, down that drink and let's hit the floor!"

At first they danced very politely while the couples around them bumped and ground away. After awhile, Mary Lynn noticed that more skin was being exposed as tops slid up or down and little straps fell off of tanned shoulders. Some of the men had lost their shirts, baring their chests and rippled abdomens. The dance floor was so crowded that it was impossible to move without bumping into other dancers. More than once she felt anonymous hands groping her in the near darkness and sea of flailing bodies. The music was almost deafening and the beat thumped against her whole body. She didn't know it, but the style of music was called "Trance", characterized by a sensuous, repetitive beat. Between the Margaritas, the intoxicating music and Jeff dancing much closer, Mary Lynn was losing herself in the atmosphere. Her mind began to float and swirl as Jeff started twirling her on the dance floor, causing her short skirt to flair and her stockings and panties to be exposed to the world. She saw his eyes drink her in each time. She even began to put a little more speed in her turns to enhance the effect, except she was finding it a little harder to keep her balance. Encouraged by Jeff's constant sexy smile, she couldn't stop laughing.

Jeff watched the cute brunette having the time of her life, waiting for the margarita and the other "special" ingredient his friend the bartender added to it, to kick in. He was a man who always got what he wanted and he had big plans for this wholesome cutie with the glorious ass and the perfect tits.

Mary Lynn's hips became more aware of the aroused male members brushing against her. She noticed several that were prominently displayed in the tight pants of the young men dancing on the packed dance floor.

Jeff could sense her giving in to the excitement. He noticed her glancing at the nearly naked forms grooving around them and her own movements were becoming more erotic by the moment. Her eyes had a telltale glassy appearance and she couldn't stop giggling, It wouldn't be long now, he calculated.

He moved close to her and let his hands slide lightly down to her ass. She acted as if she didn't even notice ­ a good sign, Jeff thought. She had an ecstatic look on her face and her skin was hot and moist, probably just like her pussy right now he thought, much to his own amusement. The drug was staring to work.

Mary Lynn felt the hands fondling her curvaceous behind and decided it was just more of the normal contact she'd been feeling amongst the crowd. She was much more aware of the hardness in Jeff's pants as he pulled her close. She couldn't believe than a man this popular, who could surely have any girl in this big city he wanted, was so aroused to be with her. She nearly swooned at the hot flashes caused by just the very idea.

Eventually, Mary Lynn figured out that the hands on her ass belonged to Jeff, making her even more flattered as her inhibitions slipped away. She had never felt so special as she rested her head on Jeff's strong shoulder. She could feel her skirt ride up with his touches. She guessed that was ok in this type of crazy place. Besides, Jeff was so nice ­ everyone liked him. Even the girl at the shop was after him. Besides that, the cool air felt good because it was really hot in there. It was no big thing, was it? She WAS wearing panties. Anyone could see lots of girls in panties in newspapers and TV. She wasn't really showing anything. Maybe a few people were looking at her behind, but she caught guys glancing at her skirts and jeans all the time, plus at the beach in her bikini. Darn! This thinking was making her head tired, so she decided to just stop it. Her mind was spinning almost as fast as the careening colored lights that played over the dance floor.

Jeff was very pleased with himself. The hot little thing was rubbing her pelvis over his hardon and he had gotten her skirt all the way up to her waist. Perhaps, he thought, the "special" margarita had done its job. Her ass felt every bit as good as it looked in the store and the fact that several guys were watching his hands grope it turned him on even more. Eat your heats out, dudes.

"You dance as hot as you look, Mary Lynn. You're the sexiest girl in the club!" he shouted over the thumping music.

Mary Lynn nodded as if in a trance, accepting what he said as gospel truth. Her head was spinning inside. Jim ­ that was her husband's name wasn't it? - had taken her to a few dance clubs, but none like this. There weren't any this cool in their dumb little town.

Suddenly, as he twirled her around, he pulled her back against him and began to stoop, slowly dancing lower until he was almost on his knees. She couldn't believe it when he raised her skirt as he slowly came back up and ran his tongue over her panties. She was even more surprised when several people near them cheered and applauded. She laughed and smiled back at them, stimulated by all the attention.

Jeff pulled her against him again. His hands made their way back down her ass as he danced her across the floor. She was surprised to feel her back come in contact with a wall. He immediately pinned her against it, thrusting his tongue in her startled mouth and grinding his hard cock against her. He shoved her arms up over her head and jerked her short skirt up around her waist. Still kissing her deeply, he plunged his hand down the front of her panties and quickly found her wet slit. His fingers entered her before she had time to react.

Waves of sheer heat ripped through her fevered body, overwhelming any fear instinct. Her pussy felt as if it had caught fire and every nerve ending in her body was screaming with unbridled passion. In moments she lost all control and began to cum violently on his fingers as she sucked eagerly on his tongue.

Jeff knew he had her then. Her inhibitions were long gone and she was his to do with as he wished. He had plans for the hot little housewife.

He chuckled to himself as he thought about her hubby back home. His little wifey would never be the same after tonight. He felt his cock throb at the thought.

She never even felt his fingers leave. The next thing the breathless Mary Lynn knew, her skirt was back in place and he was pulling her away from the wall, hand in hand.

"Let's walk around a bit", he shouted over the din as if nothing had happened.

Jeff guided the unsteady brunette down a very dark hall until they came to a padded door on the right. Jeff pushed a button on the wall and a few moments later the door buzzed open and they entered into a room that could best be described as a dungeon. Mary Lynn's jaw dropped as she peered at the interior ­ at least what little she could make out since it was nearly pitch dark. As her blurry eyes fought to focus, she could tell it was designed to look like a large cave, with rough rock walls and burning torches. The only other light appeared to come from candles. She could make out forms in the shadows of people engaged in all types of sexual activities.

A woman whom she thought she recognized as a very famous model had her wrists tied over her head and was being "serviced" by two men who appeared to be Japanese. The only reason she could make out the model's face is because she was so much taller than the two men. A chill went up Mary Lynn's spine as she watched the model writhe in her bindings in obvious sexual nirvana. The chill was quickly followed by a rush of heat that made her skin more damp than it already was. She could feel her heart pounding.

Jeff put his arm around Mary Lynn's waist and led her further into the room. Loud, bizarre sounding music was pumping into the area, but even over the high volume she could hear moans and groans ­ even some shrieks made by the occupants.

There were maybe a dozen people in the room, most of who were wearing black leather in one form or another. As her eyes adjusted to the lights and some smoky effects like she'd seen at a rock concert, Mary Lynn's eyes were captured by a man bound to a wooden "X" at the end of the room. His bronze skin was practically glowing in sweat and candlelight.

Jeff noticed her fascination and led her closer. He chuckled to himself at how Mary Lynn was transfixed by the scene. He brought her within three feet of the kneeling women before he whispered in Mary Lynn's ear; "Watch".

Kneeling in front of the statuesque man were two women who were taking turns licking and sucking the man's cock. What particularly astounded Mary Lynn was the size of the man's massive member. She had never seen anything like it as it bounced and quivered, excited by the girls licks and kisses. As she stared at the huge member, it seemed to her that there was something strangely powerful about it, as if it had a commanding presence all it's own. She shuddered and blinked her blurry eyes.

The bound man's eyes were closed, but sensing her presence, he opened them and stared at Mary Lynn with the most lust-filled expression she'd ever witnessed. She felt her legs begin to tremble as she sensed a strong, magnetic force in his eyes.

Jeff thought for a moment she was going to join the two women, but instead he took advantage of her trance-like state, Grinning evilly to himself, he got down on his knees behind her, gently pushed up her skirt, and slowly began removing her panties. He accomplished his goal without protest. She even stepped out of them for him when he had gotten them down as far as her high-heeled shoes. Jeff smiled at his success and slipped the panties in his pocket.

When he stood back up behind her, he was further amused that she was still staring wide- eyed at the action in front of her.

He couldn't help but laugh as he unzipped his pants and took out his very aroused cock. He gently pulled her back against him and began to slowly run his hands over her hips, pelvis and up over her stomach. He lightly captured her hands under his and moved them up to her breasts where he began guiding Mary Lynn to fondle them herself. He felt his cock throb as her fingers began to squeeze and caress. Jeff enjoyed the view peering over her shoulder and down her dress as he watched her tits move in her own hands. He was even more delighted when he felt her hips been to press back against his enflamed cock. Designer drugs were a marvelous invention, he mused to himself.

Mary Lynn felt like her blood was boiling in her veins. Rubbing her thighs together just to feel the friction, she noticed that they felt slick. She couldn't remember when she was ever so hot. In fact, she was having a hard time remembering anything at the moment, her mind was so dazed and filled with craving. "Oh my goodness" she thought to herself. "What have I gotten myself into now"

"Maybe we should sit down" Jeff murmured. Mary Lynn simply nodded.

Jeff noticed that there was an unoccupied couch against the wall just a few feet away.
He had to nearly drag her over to it since her attention was still riveted to the threesome. Jeff sat first, his legs wide with his rampant cock sticking straight up like a spike. With her back to him, Jeff gently slipped his hands up Mary Lynn's skirt and grasped her naked hips, slowly guiding her downward. He was amazed at how easily his cock slipped into her and grinned broadly as he watched it disappear. He loved fucking other men's wives, especially this one. She was so cute and wholesome. And she didn't even realize how totally desirable she was. A rare find indeed. He would remember this, he assured himself, even though he knew she certainly wouldn't.

"Oh! My goodness!" Mary Lynn gasped.

"Shhhh! It's ok, Mary Lynn. Think of good it feels."

Some faint little voice told her that maybe she shouldn't let this happen, so she tried to raise up, but she just couldn't get very far and ended up plopping back down, sending white hot pulses all through her. She told herself she was a good girl and just had to try to get up again.

Her hands found Jeff's naked thighs and used them to push her hips back up, but once again she found herself collapsing right back down, driving the throbbing member even deeper. She comforted herself that she at least had tried.

Much to Jeff's delight she closed her eyes and kept trying for several minutes, faster and faster, until she moaned loudly and slumped back against his chest.

In the mean time, as the hot little blue-eyed Mary Lynn bounced up and down on his cock, Jeff took the opportunity to brush one of her little spaghetti straps off her shoulder, followed quickly by the other. He grinned as the delicate material fell down to her waist, leaving her creamy tits to bound up and down unobstructed for all to see. In her state, he knew she wouldn't even notice, or care if she did. He leaned back and watched her in the mirrors overhead, hoping that the video cameras hidden behind them were catching each spectacular jiggle. He laughed maniacally as she came and collapsed on his cock. He left his cock in her for awhile, then shoved her off onto the couch beside him, making sure her pretty legs were far apart, exposing her to anyone who cared to look.

It was very difficult for Mary Lynn to force her glassy eyes open. She sensed that Jeff was sitting next to her now since she could feel the soft velvet cushion beneath her bottom and his arm draped around her as he casually fondled her breast. When at last she was able to somewhat focus, she was convinced this must be a dream; for standing in front of her was the man she'd seen tied to the wooden X. Towering above her, he looked like some kind of god. A very evil one. Sticking out from him was the same powerful looking cock she'd been awed by earlier.

As she watched spellbound, he brought his hand up and began to leisurely stroke it and continued to do so as he sat on the couch next to her. Mary Lynn looked into his piercing eyes, then back at his mesmerizing cock. She felt herself being drawn toward it, almost as if she were being pushed. She was in its power. This must be a dream! She closed her eyes.

Jeff had noticed Tony (the man on the X) watching Mary Lynn curiously, even as the two gorgeous girls were consuming his cock. Jeff's mind reeled at the thought of the petite, bubbly brunette's pretty face stuffed with Tony's famous meat. He knew from the hungry look on Mary Lynn's face when she saw Tony's pride and joy that he had to make it happen. Unknown to Mary Lynn, who at the time was spasming all over his own dick, Jeff motioned for Tony to come on over. Since he only appeared to be tied to the X, Tony slipped his hands out of the leather straps and sauntered over to watch Mary Lynn's pretty tits bounce as she fucked herself on Jeff's cock.

It was all Jeff could do but snicker as he watched Mary Lynn become mesmerized as Tony Baloney (as he was affectionately known in honor of his penis) sat down next to her with that big rod in his hand. Since Mary Lynn appeared frozen, Jeff gently pushed her towards Tony's lap and watched as Tony did the rest.

At first Tony held her by her shiny hair as he rubbed the meaty cockhead around her sweet little mouth, then over her perfect cheekbones, eyelids and nose. Tony loved to tease. In his deep booming voice, he commanded her to kiss it. Whether it was the drug, the drink or just her desire, Mary Lynn began to smother the dong like it was her long lost teddy bear.

Jeff noticed that in her leaned-over position with her feet still near the floor, Mary Lynn's hips were completely exposed, her pussy barely covered by the disheveled skirt she still partially wore. The white flesh above her black stocking tops was far too enticing, inspiring Jeff to stroke his cock as he watched Tony in action. To further amuse himself, Jeff slowly pulled Mary Lynn's skirt back, creating a little strip show for himself (and a few other onlookers) as her thighs, ass and pussy were obscenely revealed.

Cock in hand, he adjusted his hips to the side and neatly slid the head into her unsuspecting cunt, smirking as he felt her muscles tighten around him. He teased her with just the head, relishing how her hips began to undulate as if begging for more. Leering at the hidden cameras, he immersed his shaft in her seething tightness; luxuriating in his repeated conquest of the adorable, married hotty as he pumped deliriously away.

Mary Lynn had never tasted or felt anything so amazing as the large, throbbing shaft of flesh. She couldn't believe the divine looking creature it belonged to would even let her touch it, much less kiss and lick it like this. His hand, entwined in her short pixie-cut hair, was so strong and overpowering, just like his cock. She loved the way it guided her to do just the right thing. She felt his powerful thighs moving further apart and the hand pushing her face down between them. It was so dark and warm there, she thought. And the loud music was muffled as his thighs clamped over her ears. Her lips were forced against something much softer, but no less spectacular. After a few tentative licks, she gently opened her mouth and allowed the egg-sized testicle to fill it. She'd never experienced anything like that before. Gosh, it was so exciting that she even felt like a cock was sliding between her legs! This must be a dream.

Jeff watched as the grinning Tony shoved Mary Lynn's face down on his balls, forcing her to lean over even more. The slight shift somehow caused Mary Lynn's ass to arch and curve just a bit more, reminding Jeff of how scrumptious it looked in that outfit she'd tried on. It also reminded him of what it made him think of when she turned around and showed it to him in his store.

Tony had taken Mary Lynn's hand and placed it on his cock. Her fingers didn't quite make it all the way around, but he was used to that. After he moved her hand up and down a few times, he let go and watched as her sweet little fingers continued stroking all by themselves.

Mary Lynn was so delirious, she never noticed Jeff slipping his cock from her pussy. When she felt the pressure and dull pain in her ass, she reminded herself that this was just a crazy dream, shifted her hips just a bit so it felt better, and sucked Tony's other testicle in her mouth.

Jeff's eyes rolled back in his head as he slowly slipped his cock in Mary Lynn's cute little ass, savoring every inch of her glorious tightness. After a few deep explorations, he made sure to tilt his hips as much as possible so the digital tape captured every stroke as he began to fuck her most intimate place in earnest. He grinned diabolically, knowing he would watch this on tape a million times. Fuck! So would his friends! He should probably send a copy to her hubby so he could get off, too! Jeff couldn't help but laugh out loud at that idea, which threw him off guard for a moment ­ enough to let his aching balls explode, sending gushes of his hot cum into her perfectly turned ass. For a few minutes, he even forgot about the cameras.

It turns out the phone call Jeff had placed at the bar was to a photographer friend of his. Camera in hand, he arrived shortly after Jeff had slipped his still half-erect cock from Mary Lynn's pert ass and just before Tony, unable to fit his giant cock in Mary Lynn's moist little mouth, pulled her up on his lap and forced it in her tight vagina instead. The photographer had taken thousands of hard core pictures in his lurid career, but he was sure the picture he took of the perky brunette being crammed full of Tony's baloney would be one of his all time favorites. The look of pure ecstasy on her face was priceless.

At Jeff's request, the photographer had stopped by the store and picked up a black leather Mistress outfit just like Mary Lynn had tried on earlier. It didn't take much coercion to get her to put it on, and once she did, she became the center of attention for everyone in the small dungeon. Just like Jeff knew she would.

Mary Lynn, encouraged by the cheers of the others in the room, posed for many pictures. The cock hungry, freshly fucked look on her face and the tousled hair from her previous activities lent themselves perfectly to the look Jeff wanted. The sweet, blue-eyed, innocent looking girl in the decadent, wicked, dominatrix leather getup was just too perfect.

The photographer cursed himself for only bringing four rolls of film. He went through all of them in less than thirty minutes as most of the clientele in the secret room enjoyed Mary Lynn's charms. The last series showed Mary Lynn bent over at the waist with her wrists tied to the wooden X against the wall. The flickering light from the candles and torches made her opulently round ass cheeks glow like burnished gold. That session ended with the photographer handing the spent camera to Jeff as he knelt down and ran his tongue up and down between those two perfect globes. Mary Lynn's night in the dungeon ended with the photographer taking advantage of the tied, irresistible housewife, fucking her wildly to the delight of the audience.

Jeff finally got her out of the club in one piece. As the couple staggered out the door into a waiting cab, they nearly tripped over a well-dressed older man who just happened to be passing by. They didn't even notice him stand and stare as Mary Lynn toppled into the back seat, still dressed only in the black leather outfit. They also didn't notice the man hurriedly flag down another taxi and say something he'd only heard spoken in bad movies:

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