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Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete

Date: 7/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

costs.” I barely had enough money to pay for our trip to the club tonight so there was no way I could buy it for him. We needed the info badly but short of a robbery I couldn’t think of a way to pull it off. “Keep doing what you’re doing and I will get back to you,” I said. ***** Diane, Katy, and I motored down the road on the way to the club. It was well past dark and I had slipped out my bedroom window just after 10 pm. My parents didn’t think it too odd since I had been going to bed early, and getting up at 5:30 am to do my runs. I didn’t think they would notice and I felt I needed to take the chance anyway. We arrived in Katy’s parents old four door just before 11 pm and had to hustle to get her into the bathroom before Brittany and Wendy were to show up. Katy slipped into the bathroom and I spotted the two girls we were looking for on the dance floor. Brittany was at the edge of the dance floor but Wendy was in the center of everyone and getting a lot of attention. She had a tight white t-shirt that came to the middle of her back and a skirt that covered just below her ass. “Holy shit!” exclaimed Diane as she pointed at Wendy. As the girl slowly turned around on the dance floor I could now clearly see that the white shirt was literally painted on. Wendy had tears in her eyes as she tried to dance to the loud music that filled the building but it was obvious that she was distraught. There were a couple of thin flesh colored lines in the paint and I realized it was from ... her tears dripping onto the paint and washing it away. I was surprised that, although all the guys were looking, none of them were actually trying to touch her. As a result she had no place to hide and there was about a five or six foot cushion around her, making it easy for everyone to see her predicament. A teenage guy with dark, slicked back hair moved closer to Wendy and actually grabbed at her skirt. She didn’t see him in time to prevent it and as the fabric uncovered her naked pussy. I could see the words I had written the night before where still there. The young guy started to reach for Wendy’s tits but was suddenly stopped by a huge hand grasping the back of his neck. Brittany watched as the muscle bound bouncer pulled the offender off the dance floor without much effort and dropped him carelessly at the edge of the bar. She was smiling and I couldn’t tell if she had been directing the brute or if someone else was pulling the strings. I watched the bouncer walk back to his perch and stand next to an older man in a suit. The man said something and the bouncer nodded and moved over to Brittany. He touched her shoulder and motioned at the man in the suit. She immediately moved in that direction and the man began talking closely to her ear as she nodded. After a few minutes she replied and walked directly across the dance floor toward the restrooms grabbing Wendy along the way. I was surprised by Brittany’s interaction with the man and began to wonder if she was a pawn ...