Her eyes were closed. Her hair fell around her face.Angelic slut, was all he could think. Daddy's girl gone bad."You're so fuckin hot," he whispered.H...er eyes opened as she looked at him looking at her. Something happened inside her. His eyes, the way he gazed at her, the desire they had. She felt empowered. She felt like a woman.She leaned back over him and kissed him deeply. He held her breasts in each hand and hungrily kissed her back. She lowered her ass down and began to pump. His cock slid. ” She returned his laughter. “Nice legs by the way.” A flush came to her cheeks. “Perhaps I should tell you what else my friend’s wife was disciplined for?” “Th... there was more?” Rod nodded. “And what was that then?” “Well like most other red blooded males my friend wanted her in stockings all the time instead of those horrible passion killers called tights.” “You’re not suggesting...” Rod quickly shook his head. “Like I already said, you’re the boss and besides, it would be. Kara was right. Bonnie did have designs on me. All those rumors we hear about the cast parties? They appear to be true. They had booze and pot and Bonnie wanted a one-time fling. It seems cast parties are a no-strings kind of thing where nobody worries about boyfriends or girlfriends.”“Did you do anything at all, Steve? Even a kiss on the cheek?”“Well, the on-stage kiss at the performance, but otherwise, no. I danced with her once, a fast dance. That’s when she propositioned me. I told her ‘no’. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the details. I didn’t want to have my roommate waiting for me to drop the soap." When I walked in I was looking for the hot babes. There were none. There weren’t any luke-warm babes or even ice-cold ones. Sure, there was a six-foot-six woman with a deep voice and a size-99 Adam’s apple, but I don’t think she qualifies." I figured it out pretty quickly. This was a gay bar. The give-away wasn’t the shot boys in jock straps or the bartenders in briefs. It wasn’t even.