Tony has a fantasy of watching me be fucked by other men whilst being humiliated by me but it was a fantasy that I never felt able to make a reality f...or him. The idea of fucking another man was a turn on but humiliating my man was something I just didnt think I could do, it just felt wrong. Instead I decided to see if we could reach a comprimise.As we walked through the door to our home I realised it was now or never "right boys inside this house I am the mistress and you two are to do whatever. I looked at the other guy just stood there looking bemused and motioned him over as I started to undo my jeans, when the other girl says "do you two need a bloody invite, do we have to pull our own knickers down". Still he stood there so I went over to the girl I was seeing, got my hands in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees before giving her bum a nice squeeze and running my fingers against her pussy entrance before slipping a finger in and checking how ready she. Her white bikini was practically transparent and he could see her tight erect dark nipples and the luxuriant triangle of dark hair lower down. He groaned out loud and kissed her passionately. Moving her deeper into the water he removed her top and flung it to the shore. His hands massaged her breasts and worked her nipples; she moaned and arched her back into his hands, before pulling at and removing his shirt. As he slipped her bottoms down her legs, she did the same for him. Their hands. I was here to touch base and renew an old friendship, not look for a job."I was very sorry to hear about Elizabeth," he said. "I know you were very close and I'm sure it was heartbreaking to lose her."I nodded. I didn't want to get into that again. I'd had enough grieving to last me a lifetime."How's Helen?" I asked, quickly trying to change the subject."Very good. She's in Solihull, visiting her sister for a fortnight. I'm on my own for a bit." Then you can get away for dinner tonight? I'd.