Nikki immediately turned toward me and started to kiss me. After some time of us kissing while both Rich and my hands wandered all over Nikki’s bo...dy, I had an Idea. Back in high school we used to share girlfriends in a game called “slut’s orders” the way the game would go is that we would take turns spinning a bottle and the nearest girl it pointed to would stand up in the middle of the group with her boyfriend sitting in front of her in a chair watching. The girl would tell guys to do. . don't understand, Eric. What... ?" Come over here," Kaye told her, motioning toward a slightly ajar door set in the far wall. "I think you ought to see this, Vicki."Perplexedly, she followed the respected educator across the carpeted floor to the door. There, adjacent to the door, were mounted numerous switches, knobs, and Eric Kaye reached up to twist one of them, bringing the previously soft strains of the Gleason orchestra into ear-consuming loudness. Then, with a flick of his deft fingers. There's always a time for slow, romantic love. There are also times to be bent over a chair and used. So, at the same time I was getting loud demanding Marty to slow down, there was still a part of me wanting him to continue. When Marty suddenly withdrew his fingers, I was gasping in relief until his hand suddenly appeared and thrust a large, soft, ball gag in my mouth. He explained that he didn't want to disturb my boy friend. His hips kept me pinned to the chair as he flipped my hair out of. I had had some pretty aggressive sex but had never been dominant per se and that seemed to be what she was asking for. I thought I'd stick a toe in the water and test out my conclusions. I told her to wait where she stood and went to the easy chair and sat down. I eyed her up and down and she stood there trembling. "Becky? Unbutton your dress for me." She looked down, breaking eye contact and her tremulous hands came up to work the buttons. The bodice of the dress was snug across her.