Even though I will admit that she is in control, I don’t want her to feel that she intimidates me. To admit such a thing would cause the balance of ...the universe to be tipped in her direction, and giving a cat that kind of power is a frightening thing. So my eyes remained locked on hers, my head straight as hers tilted in a curious was. ‘What is it?’ I said again, my voice almost desperate for an answer. She only glared up at me, her little mouth in a tight little line, the dark hair of her face. “So what should we do?” Claire asked happy that she wasn’t facing this situation alone.“I can’t afford a big Thanksgiving dinner,” Liz said.“Neither can I,” Bev said.Knowing Jack would probably die if he were to hear what she was about to say, Claire said, “I wish Jack wasn’t at work. He’d have an idea.”“He’s pretty good at coming up with good ideas,” Bev said.Considering the kinds of things that Jack suggested, Liz said, “He’d probably say to invite them to have dinner here. We cook one extra. It didn't matter. When I got over to the barhe was standing so close to me that I could feel theheat pouring off his compact little body. "Here," he held a glass out to me.When I reached for it my eyes fell down onto the softswellings of his breasts, the flesh around the bikinitop was dimpled. I noticed a freckle on the side ofone and glanced up to see that his eyebrows wereraised in amusement. "See something you like?"I nodded. I didn't see any reason the lie. "How muchlonger will you be like. The next hour passed like a flash, the ladies giving him a show to raise any tired pecker, kisses, tongues, fingers, vibrator, even a butt plug, he was happy to watch, letting them wear off their first rush of lust. The climaxes when they arrived, awesome, noisy and spectacular, Julie being a squirter.Sated they took a drink, getting their breath back, re-arming themselves with energy, the smell of lust in every nostril`s, he knew it was soon to be his moment.As if by command both women turned.