I can’t risk getting pregnant.” But Don just continued to crawl up towards me, his large erect penis swaying proudly in front of him as he approa...ched. I tried to close my legs, but he was between them. “Really, Don, we can’t. Not like this. Please.” My voice quaked with panic. “Lisa, relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I promise. Trust me and relax.” Don lay down next to me on his side. He rolled me on my side facing him. His erection was pressing firmly against my vulva. He. And though Mandy tended in the early days to be a little coy on detail, enough got through to me to get my juices flowing. The detail that fascinated me was that Xena was female dominant. Mandy described her as a widow spider, always laying traps to catch unsuspecting men that she would then voraciously consume. Xena wasn’t shy blackmailing men into submission, apparently, particularly the married ones. According to Mandy, Xena required all her sexual partners to be submissive in the act. And. "Gosh, I'm bushed," he announced. "I think I'll just go right to bed." Good idea, honey." Vicky smiled. "I think I'll join you."She left the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. There were more important things to take care of. She followed Don into the bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes. Usually she wore a nightgown, but she jumped into bed naked. Don didn't even seem to notice that."It's so hot tonight," she cooed. "You don't need your pajamas." No, I guess not," Don sighed.He. When we came to the door to the bedroom, it seemed Brent was hesitating. He had a kind of funny grin a little Cheshire Cat like which I attributed to the weed. Brent swung the door open and ushered me into the elegant room. I immediately stopped dead in my tracks. There tied nude to the four corners of Brent’s brass bed was Jill, his current girlfriend. Brent had been dating Jill for about six months. She was a stunning woman, about five foot nine, long auburn hair with the most amazing green.