From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only rea...son she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in our bedroom, further telling me that there was "never" any reason for it to go further. She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her fuck another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to. He started to finger my anus and my belly arched up as he probed me front and back.I didn’t hear any knock or the door opening but a voice hissed from across the room “I’ve brought the champagne. Is this a party or what?” A short laugh from the bottom of the bed then from somewhere near my head the new voice asked “Is this the piece (two indistinct names) had this morning?”“Crumbs! Was it only this morning?” I thoughtThinking was interrupted as a bulbous head filled my mouth. I couldn’t taste. It is a work of fiction...sort of. This is the second portion of my story The Dominissive. I plan to write them when I have the time. Feel free to subscribe to me, if you want to keep up to date with my posts. Chapter 2 – The Dominissive By Stretchmefillme “No,” I whispered almost inaudibly. “Well then, if you had half a mind about you, you would do well to follow Me. C'mon, your feet are already wet, no matter now.” And like a puppy I followed.We cross the street and enter the stairwell. So it was her birthday, and she was dressed in maroon colour salwar suit, maroon lipstick and payals on her lovely legs (I asked her to always wear payals whenever she is with me). I had already ordered a cake and some rags and pillows to sit or even lie on the floor. I showed her around my new place and she liked it, then I took her to my to be bedroom where I had placed the rags and the cake. We both opened our shoes and sat on the rag, with her beside me. I made her cut the cake and we both.