Jean took his time winding through the crowd, never allowing any one conversation to distract him for too long. Sometimes, as with many of the single, skilled Dominants with a name in the community, he had people request floggings or other acts. The hard older man just smiled slightly and shook his head, indicating the two girls currently standing frozen near the meet-and-greet group. People who knew Jean and his propensity to take on the occasional stray understood. The rest just assumed he was fucking both girls and wasn’t going to share and either smiled – if they were turned on by the thought – or frowned – if they felt slighted or left out – and moved on.<br/><br/>When he saw Margarite and David approach the girls, Jean felt a genuine grin crease his lips, making him seem a bit boyish. Sauntering back over, he arrived just in time to hear the tail-end of the conversation. Casually slipping in behind the two newcomers, just close enough that it was clear he was being protective – and maybe, just maybe, a little intimidating, he chuckled.<br/>“The early days were…interesting. I went back to college in my late twenties, after doing a few tours overseas. These two hot shots were busy fucking all over campus and were quite notorious for finding young women to seduce and include in their dirty little schemes.” Jean smirked over at David, who replied with a nonchalant shrug. Margarite blushed, but it looked just a little forced.<br/><br/>“We became fast friends once they started including me on some of their debauches. Stumbling into BDSM was a fairly natural extension of things, but we didn’t come to it lightly.” Jean’s eyes took on a distant look. “There was a bit of a struggle, and a few mishaps with wax before we got it all down.” He looked back at David and winked, “Does your Margie still have the rose colored scar on her hip from that night we mixed wax and whips?”<br/><br/>Margarite did really blush this time and David, despite his stern demeanor, grinned back at Jean. “Maybe.” David winked at the two girls, “Perhaps these two need to find out first hand…”<br/><br/>“Oh no you don’t,” Jean said, putting a hand on either of his “students’” shoulders. Not intimate, but quite protective. His hands were big, calloused, felt strong and capable. “Not until I’ve gotten them through the basics. I don’t think they are here for casual scening – much less casual sex.” He paused, then quickly added, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it, of course. You two know my feelings on it. I just prefer the young ones safe.”<br/><br/>“Of course we know Jean,” Margarite said sternly, then looked down at the two girls. “Just remember, Jean’s a great guy. He’ll guide you and mentor you and treat you with maturity and respect. But under it all he’s a Domly-Dom. A Master-type even. If you forget that and let your guard down, he can be quite…fierce.”<br/><br/>“Domly-dom?” David asked, snickering and shook his head.<br/><br/>Jean rolled his eyes and removed his hands from the girls’ shoulders, moving around the two of them. “I think I’ll stick with you two for the rest of the evening. What would you like to see or discuss, or do you want to move our discussion somewhere more private?” If both girls were naturally shy, they might be inclined to privacy rather than forcing their way into a foreign community. Still, all three of them had needed to know if there was safety and any sort of chemistry.<br/><br/>Jean, for one, found both girls…intriguing. They were tempting, but he wasn’t yet thinking of anything unwholesome. Not consciously anyway.<br/>