Reaching the chair which, only a scant few seconds before, had been Mistress Dionne’s seat, (for that was how James always thought of her), he pulle...d the chair towards him and slowly sank to his knees. Now, James was an intelligent man. He was self- aware enough to know, intellectually, that what he was about to do was strange; no, not strange, down-right weird. Had he seen someone else doing what he was about to do James would have thought them perverted and disgusting, but the urge impelling. Without any conscious thought on my part, my tongue is now tangled with hers and my screams of pleasure only fuel the passion of our kisses. At the end, it is only Nikki, her body pressed against mine that prevents me from sliding to the floor as my body goes limp. I am like a marionette with her strings cut and yet I know the strings are there yet, held in Nikki’s hands. She has mastered me utterly, bent me to her will. I will do anything for her now, no matter how humiliating it might be. I. With our lights off and their lights on, she could clearly see Brian and Bonnie standing in the kitchen."What... what's going on?" she asked as she stared into her kitchen.I stripped my clothes off and climbed up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her large breasts as I pulled her into me."You are going to get a show tonight," I whispered in her ear.She sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out past her pursed lips. I heard her swallow hard as Bonnie undid Brian's pants and. ..............um......" I had nothing. There really wasn't one reason I could come up with that made me think it was a bad idea. I loved her company. It meant we could be together at night. If things went well with her and Emma it would be best for that AND it would mean that I would see more of Emma."OK....move in."She jumped off the bed and into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me a huge hug and kiss. She jumped back down again."Oh my god! I'm moving in with you.....I.