Marilyn smiled and said, "Men and women pay to be sexually dominated are you sure you want to see that?"

Sloan knew her mouth was hanging open.

"I think you will be corrupting her, Leslie said. Do you want something to eat before you go?"

Marilyn looked at her watch. "No, I'll have Jimmy order something after I get done with White Whale. I'll call my driver and get dressed."

"Are you a stay at home partner?" Sloan asked.

"No I'm a sexual therapist. I help men with their ED and women who can't get to climax. Sex is a natural thing, but we can all learn to do it better."

"Is that what you tell people, so they can get billed a couple hundred dollars an hour." Sloan was trying hard to be sarcastic.

"Well, many people need help in different areas of their lives. It's no different than a person hiring a life coach, a nutritionist, or a personal trainer."

Sloan didn't have an answer for that and thought that people that provided those kinds of services were con-artists and preyed on weak people.

"How is your sex life?"

"Ok." Sloan had never thought about it. It was functional and somewhat adequate.

Leslie came over next to her. "Just ok, have you ever had an orgasm that took your breath away, that makes your entire body tingle, your pussy throb, and made you feel like you were floating on a cloud, an orgasm almost as powerful as a man's cum."

"No, not even close."

"Well I could do that to you and so can Marilyn. You want to see them don't you?"

"What."

"You've been staring at them." Leslie lifted up the blouse exposing the huge tits and the large nipple rings with gold chains that ran down from the rings into the shorts. She pulled down the shorts, so she could see the chains attached to the clit.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes, especially when Marilyn pulls on the chains, but I have incredible orgasms."

Leslie touched her face. "You are very pretty. I'd love to eat you."