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between its lips. John felt his cock begin to unfurl and thicken as he contemplated the delights this recent purchase was offering. She kept her eyes respectfully lowered but he could see from the rise and fall of her breast that she was fully aware of the fact that none other than John Carpenter, owner of The Lodge was thinking about using her.
    It occurred to him that in the midst of all this change through which he would have to navigate, there were still plenty of things that were changeless. One of them was the way that his body never failed to respond to the carnal smorgasbord The Lodge offered. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers over the ripe swells of breastflesh, the girl’s breath caught in her throat in excitement. John looked past her to where the CCTV monitors showed the dungeons currently in use far below where he currently stood.
    “Go down to Dungeon Five,” he told her. “Tell whoever’s on duty I want you mounted for…..” He paused to consider, her backside was already well marked, and her back was best left for the guests later on. “Breastwork. Have them put out all the implements.”
    “Yes, Sir.” With a waft of perfume she went from his side, put her skirt on and glided out to do his bidding. Mostyn had had her mouth, but when he was ready he would sample her cunt. The responsiveness of a well trained woman after an hour or two in a dungeon with skilled breastwork thrown in was assured. He would enjoy her womanhood – eventually – and she would be properly grateful. That was another changeless certainty; and he needed those just now.
     
     
    Kath had been expecting one of those anonymous roadside stopover hotels, which seemed appropriate for a workplace affair. However, Mr Mostyn had driven them to a substantial market town with a wide thoroughfare through its centre and booked them into a hotel that presented a stately Georgian front to the prosperous boutiques and organic food emporia that lined the old market place.
    He had taken off on his business and left her to wander about and explore for a couple of hours. She had phoned Angie and told her the name of the town and the hotel, just to be on the safe side. Then after a pleasant meander and window shop, she had noticed that time was getting on and decided to take a shower in plenty of time before dinner was served.
    The en suite was spacious and the shower cabinet was as well. Kath relaxed as the hot water cascaded over her, she let it hit the back of her neck and felt herself relax under its massage. She was in no doubt that Mostyn would want to play and she was reasonably happy with that idea, he had shown himself to be an adept dominant in his office, progressing her from spanking to light flogging and then to belting and beating with a tawse in three self-controlled sessions. Kath had been a submissive long enough to know that were plenty of doms who betrayed themselves by their haste to get into a submissive’s knickers or who were simply vicious instead of excitingly in control. She had thought she was a straight submissive until she had met Angie and experienced true, calm authoritative domination from a woman for the first time. And she could still recall the first time she had tasted another woman’s breasts and cunt juice……..Kath realised with a start that her thoughts had been rambling and taken her hand with them. It was now just starting to delve between her lips and rouse her clitoris. Suddenly she heard someone moving about in the bedroom and the door to the bathroom opened to reveal Mostyn, who was in the process of removing his shirt.
    “Don’t go away!” he told her with a smile and disappeared for a second, only to re-appear stark naked.
    Kath looked at him with genuine interest as he pulled open the shower cabinet door and joined her. Mistress knew she still found men attractive and played on it for her own amusement so Kath knew she was at liberty to find Mostyn’s body appealing. He was barrel