There probably was off to the side of the center room or in the shadows. I saw it sometimes, rarely, but in the moment it was very hot. However, ”Sharon being Sharon”, meant she would often hand select certain men that might have a hidden submissive side, and invite them to stay and play with her after the party. It probably was her favorite time of the night, being a Domme within a small group of sexy men. However, if you were lucky enough to get invited, you were interracial most likely going to end up sucking some damn dick and or get sucked. Did I mention it was really hard to say no to that crazy woman? Sharon simply reveled in that sense of accomplishment... getting normally very straight alpha type professional guys on their knees and “crossing that bisexual line.” I was invited but never went. My Bi days occurred a few years later. Why did I pass it up?... Sharon was fucking scary! My take on the club was this. No porn video ever made, could compare with you actually being in that room watching the scenes, oral hearing all the sex sounds, smelling all the sex in the room, feeling your cock as you edged closer to your orgasm, and on top of all that, being sucking in the company of dozens of other people doing the same thing. Nothing compares. And that my friend is why this club was so popular. Conclusions I learned many things from Frank and Sharon. I came away with a much broader sex positive attitude, particularly with masturbation but in other sexual areas too. They were essentially counselors like we had been, so discussing morality, ethics, dogmas, taboos was always meaningful and fun. We did it often over nice meals and wine. She got up on her knees keeping me deep inside her. The boy's walked in and stood watching. Don’t let Jill know yet. A jet of semen erupted from Betty's cleavage like Old Faithful at Yellowstone, one white stream shooting across her face and the rest splashing back down on her tits. And I left at sunrise, while she was still sleeping.” She kneels on the other side of the bars, saying nothing but watching me curiously. “Welcome home, Frank!” Sitting back on his calves, he put his arms under the crook of her sucking knees and hauled back. “Ha, well I couldn’t let you beat me now, could I?” A smile appeared on her face. Sandra shook her interracial head no sobbing harder. Licking up to her clit, she jumped and grabbed oral my head, guiding me to her clit again.