You decide what you want to do and give me your instructions.” “What if I want to do something really kinky?” you asked. “You are in charge,�...� I repeated, “You are the fucker … I am the fuckee.” You had a grip on my cock now and you were stroking it. “You seem to be ready, baby. Can we start round three now?” I picked up my wine glass and thumped it with my finger making a little chiming sound. “Let the round begin!” You let go of my cock and put both arms around my neck. No soft kisses this. During dinner as one bottle of wine led to two, the conversation became adventuresome. To Trish’s distress Garth brought up the situation of a pastor friend of his who was pursuing a threesome involving the pastor’s wife and her identical twin sister. Always fearful of what Garth might say when he had too much to drink Trish was quick to interject, “I don’t think it is a good idea to be talking about THEM Garth. Nobody knows about that situation but us.” Going on in a defensive way Garth said. Naturally all of us pretended to be very mature and unconcerned. We reassured them, "You know us; we'd NEVER pressure you into doing anything you're uncomfortable about. And, quite frankly, we don't care whether you have sex with everyone, anyone or no one at all. Sex like this is fun between friends, but not fun if you don't want it. It doesn't matter whether you join in or not as there's plenty of sex going on anyway, so your absence wouldn't make any difference, blah, blah..." (you know how. It was very long, curved sharply upward, with an enormous knob. Huge pimples covered its length. He turned the switch on the bottom of it and it leaped and hummed in his hand. A harness was attached to it."A kinky cock!" exclaimed Buzz. "The real thing ain't good enough for you, huh, lady? What's the scarves for?" I like to dress up when I go to bed," Julie said."Shit!" Buzz snapped. He tossed the dildo aside. He noticed the scarves had knots toward the end. His eyes swung to her bed-frame..