I was stood silent and a little mystified, don’t worry Mrs Grant but Mr James the manager would like to see you like I say your not in trouble, just... give me your keys and follow me. I handed him my keys and simply followed behind him actually admiring his broad shoulder in his tight blue shirt.The managers office was on a mezzanine gallery, and Bird seemed to make sure I led the way up the stairs with him about four steps behind looking directly up my to my very damp sheer panties.Can anyone. We got so many offers to swing and meet but the one that I like best was one who wanted to make Vickie a slave.He has a set of orders for Vickie and he even wanted her to sign a contract of servitude in becoming his property just like a slave in the 19th century. Vickie reluctantly agreed to play this sex game with a stranger . especially if it would help rekindle her 7 yr old marriage which was why she agreed to participate in a sex game she didn't want anything to do with.. her ther****t was. 'The challenge. Its simple. I will place you into pairs using my dice. The losing pair do a head to head and someone is eliminated with a forfeit. Everyone strips to wearing one of my large T-Shirts. One of the pair sits on top of the other one and drinks as much water as they can. The other member must drink their piss and then pass it. The last pair to reach two pints loses. Does anyone want to drop out?'I looked around at some horrified faces but there was no takers for Angelina's offer. She. Oh God!OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!It has to be Lance.I should have expected this. For the last year he's been the subject of endless talks with my moms -- and my lunch bunch, of course, but that's another thing. Over dinner, during sympathy-filled snuggles on the couch, even in their bed, I've bared my love life to them as well as my body.During the emotional cyclone that had been my junior year, what with my broken neck and Greg popping in and out of my life, Lance surfed my storm-tossed moods,.