To be honest, Jean felt a pulse of surprise that the girls so readily agreed to private conversation. Though he was only one man, Jean was an experienced Dominant – a predator of one stripe or another – and he could be seen as a threat. Especially to a young, inexperienced couple of women. Still, that they were willing to trust him showed something else entirely, and it warmed him, almost eliciting a smile on his otherwise hard-featured face.<br/><br/>“Let’s go to the back rooms, then. We won’t be in someone’s house, but we’ll have room to talk and explore and figure out how I can help you both.” Jean sounded genuinely helpful; there was a warmth in his voice, but the firmness behind was unmistakable. He’d only go so far. Then again, he hadn’t expected two young, lovely women either. Not that he would presume.<br/><br/>“One moment,” he said, as though he’d forgotten something, and stepped away for a half second. He returned with a big leather duffle bag and then moved on, not explaining its presence.<br/><br/>Leading the two of them from the public area and through a series of back rooms – one of which required a key, which he had, he took them to a less-scented, darker space with a few cots and lounge chairs, a recliner and a big table. There weren’t any toys or tools of the trade here. Sitting his bag down on the table, Jean took a chair and turned it to face a big leather loveseat, gesturing for the two of them to sit as they wanted.<br/><br/>“I guess we should start off with some concepts before we do anything with play or toys. Do either of you understand the basic concepts and differences? Dominants and submissives, Masters and slaves, Service-Tops, Tops-from-the-bottom? If not, what can I explain to help you understand where you might want to go from here?” He rested his muscular forearms on his thighs, taking a posture of concentrated focus. While they had his time, they had all of his attention.<br/>