“Ask me properly.”“Please master, please fuck me!” she panted.“Not yet.” I said, as I put the paddle away. I probed her and massaged her c...lit some more, stimulating her with my finger in a circular motion, as she pressed into me. She cried out with orgasm as her body was racked with spasms, pulling against the cuffs that held her arms up. I reached up and unlocked her wrist from the bar. Then I unlocked the bar from her ankles. Leaving the blindfold on, I led her to a chaise lounge nearby.. "I guess that's why they call it the munchies."Alex was planning that the pot and beer would soften Tabby up so he could put a move on her with his planned pool game.He looked around the ring at his friends.Martin's dad was a VP at BET Network. He was a light skinned African American and one of Alex's best friends. Although only 16, he already had an impressive build. To all of us, he was Mart or Marty.Sophia's dad was the Italian ambassador to the U.N. She had olive skin, long curly black hair. "Ladies and Gentleman" called the herald. "Let the show begin". The theatre already in a dim light, was darkened, all the light was transferred to the stage, the curtain opened and an array of fairies danced across the stage, followed by various types of insects at least represented by their masts and head dress and like the fairies who worn only wings, all the dancers were naked. The dancers than altered formation so there was a fairy and an insect, again they danced but every few steps the. She snuggled to me and kissed my chest before laying her hands on my chest and feeling my muscles. "Wow, I know this is wrong, I know you are black mailing me, I know I will feel lots of guilt for enjoying this, but you take me places John never has and cant." (John is her husband)I asked Katrina, "being my number #3 slut is not going to be so bad huh?"Katrina looked at me smiling with a twinkle in her eye, "what do I have to do to earn number #1 slut status?" I laughed.I told her when it.