“So now we’re going on a tour, Nikki,” he dropped a bundle of clothes next to her. “Slip these on, while Jim and I put our macs on.”The bund...le didn’t take much sorting out. There were no shoes or socks, and no bra or panties. There was just a very short flared skirt and a blouse - a sleeveless blouse that was more like a waistcoat than anything, especially since it only had one button left out of the original four. Both the skirt and the blouse were made of very thin pink material that blew. My fingers quickly found their way between her legs. As I took her nipple into my mouth, her arms began moving again, and once again, I stopped her. "One more time, and you'll regret it" I winked. She smiled and purposefully moved her hands again. "Okay," I said. I got off of her and grabbed her feet, quickly pushing her legs over her chest and above her head, my body following hers as my chest leaned against the back of her legs. Holding her in place, I smiled and leaned into her more, pushing. They were friends of my partner and had commented many times that if they ever got the opportunity to fuck me they would jump at it. Neither of them were my type so whenever they were in the garden l was always wary and made myself scarce. I heard about some of the happenings at their private parties and didn’t intend to become one of their play toys or trophies.On this particular morning I was bent over the kitchen sink when out of nowhere l felt a hand over my mouth and another grab my. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register.Not until that day. She’d been invited here by a long-time partner, one who always seemed to know her better than she knew herself. That’s how she liked her partners, usually: smarter than her, controlling, completely dominant, and a touch sadistic. She liked feeling small. Tiny. Incompetent. But he was something else, too: he was sweet. Kind. Dominant and strict, sure, but gentle when it mattered. Had she been the type to commit.