We began to wrestle a bit and him being the bigger, more dominant one, he got me to the floor and got me on my stomach w my ass up, which I then felt ...him straddle me, hard on poking at my ass in sweat pants. J saying I'm the master, getting me in a headlock, hard cock pressing against my ass, asking who's the master? I tell him you are, you are! Now we had wrestled many times before and had repeated the same things. Only now it was different, he had fucked me twice already and I knew it wasn't. James looked at me - I nodded and smiled.He stood up from beside me and had to adjust his trousers over his hard-on.This was not lost on Jane "Nice to see you approve!" she whispered breathlessly.At this moment she was obscured from me by the 2 men, Marcus behind her gropping her tits and James in front. I made the decision to undo my trousers to make myself more comfy as my dick was rock hard. The sensations I felt were mixed, my heart was racing, my mouth dry as jealousy was over come by pure. That only made me startlaughing, which made her even angrier.Suddenly Dad jumped in. "That's enough of that." He glared at me andthen at Judy. "Both of you." Judy glared at me for a moment, and thenshe sat back down, making a point to not look in my direction. Ireturned the favor.The next several minutes were filled with an uncomfortable silence, thenDad coughed. "I was talking to Bill today. He said that he'd like us allto come over to his place Saturday." He smiled then added, "He said thathe. That's why I've been wearing corsets every day. Paul said I would need figure training..." Get outta town!" Angie barked. "Paul C., the corset-maker, wants you to model for him? I would kill just to meet him, let alone walk the runway for him. Our paths never seem to cross." I can introduce you," I offered. "To tell you the truth, I think you would be perfect as one of his models — much better than me." What do you mean, 'much better than you'?" my assistant challenged. "You are gorgeous!".