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The club is owned by a very rich, but anonymous guy. Word goes around that he's just one of the regular visitors of the club, and I'm not him, but that's all I know. Eventually, the club is funded partially on voluntary donations of its members that can afford it. And I'm quite sure that CEO is more than happy to have paid (indirectly) for his cute employee. And yes, although I'm not rich, I regularly make donations too. Fortunately bragging about money and showing-off is highly inappropriate. Having money, a phone or other stuff on you in the club isn't even allowed, drinks and food are included. And yes of course, someone drunk, boozing at the bar happens, but it's quite exceptional. When you have checked in, you take a shower and change your outfit in one of the dressing rooms. You only dress up in your underwear and strap on the face mask (which looks a bit like a Venetian mask, but made out of soft black fabric). All members wear a colour-coded bracelet too. The colours represent your sexual orientation and preferences. An orange one means you are Hetero, Pink means hentai you are bi-curious, Red for Bi-Sexual and Purple for gay. Optional are black stripes if you like a sexual Dominant role, white stripes for sexual Submissive and Grey if you are, or want to try both roles. The bracelet is voluntarily, and it's only thin and discrete, but it's function is great. This too might sound strange or even discriminating to outsiders, but when introduced as a trial, everyone loved it and it has been a tradition ever since. When you expose your preference this way, you immediately share a secret, for some even their biggest secret. This of course makes you vulnerable, but at the same time so much more accessible to others who normally might feel uncomfortable to approach a stranger. Once inside the club, your eyes will have to adjust to the dim light. The club has a very sensual and romantic atmosphere with warm colours, dim, coloured lights, a calm background lounge-music, mixed with the smell of incense. Most find their way to the bar first, where most members gather at the beginning of the night. To get there, you walk trough the front section of the club. You walk past many corners and semi-open rooms with couches or beds, hidden behind normal or semi-permanent curtains, some are more obscured and private, others are quite exposed. There are little height-differences with small stairs, and some coves with jacuzzis, it's quite a maze. The bar is quite big, with bar-stools around it and along the wall, small coves with a circular couch around a small table. Next to the bar is small stage where hired performers give away erotic shows, a few times a night where sometimes members out of the audience will be invited to participate. The rear section of the club is pretty much like the front section, but equipped with kinky stuff for the members who like, or are interested in BDSM. Again all rooms, corners and coves are open and accessible to everyone. Some members of course want more privacy than others, so they can use the more hidden places of the club. Second, how is my boy doing, John?” She finally was able to get one button in place, and then the other, and then the other two. She's a full-grown German Shepherd, for Christ's sake. Oh daddy..” Dee seemed to moan in time with every spurt of my cum that hit the inside of her tight anal canal. It was too late to wonder. Breaking away she took Magda’s hands and led her from the floor over to the centre of the hentai hall where a pair of iron manacles hung by great loops of chain from the rafters; Magda locked her own wrists into place – already at the perfect height – while Alexandra knelt solicitously to secure her ankles to a spreading-bar. In those rare cases of a human child being born between a human and Pokemorph coupling their was another slim chance the human child would be born as a futanari. “I taste quite nice really.” Jill was still kissing the back of Dakota’s neck. The memory still burned--me getting thrown in a gray car not long after school got out on September 28, stretched out on the crumb-coated floor of the backseat, with men’s shoes pressing me down, rubber-stamping red ridges in my skin, with a “Shh, you’re okay, baby” for every whimper and a stomp on the throat for every scream. I get to feel the real you this time.” She pushed a little harder but not hard enough to enter me yet. I told Jen about my sudden job change to which she had little comment. I got dressed and put on the cologne my wife preferred me to wear. I started washing my hands instantly and wonder if I was going to be able to do this, knowing it was only for the off chance his threat was real. Despite all of her training Pleasure Maid 3382-B2 had never heard of fornphila until she arrived at the master's home. The boy in the back watched her capitulate and pressed his advantage. It was a photo of mom with her eyes closed holding out her tongue with her mouth wide open. I’ll get in touch with them while you’re gone. “So, what was your next exciting hitchhiking adventure?” I heard the guys yelling. Worship them. I was a futa-slut.