Both guys were very friendly.Brenda was hot. A bit bubbly, but her curves made her very sexy…After a year of meeting at that bar, they held a party ...at their house.I went alone, since Ana was on a business trip away. It was spring time and people were all outside in their back yard; most of us were just talking, drinking and enjoying the warm evening. Brenda came over me and asked if I could go with her inside. She led me to the kitchen, swinging her round hips as I followed her. I looked at her. "No thank you," she said."Excuse me?" Seth asked.Barb pushed the drink towards him and said, "I appreciate the offer, but I really can't accept drinks from a stranger. I don't know what you might have put into it."Barb smiled nervously as Seth just looked calmly at her."If I put anything in it, than in an hour or so you'd wake up, pinned underneath me, getting the fucking of your life. However, there's nothing in there but alcohol, so drink up."Barb was going to protest again, but something. One set will be of Her in the outfit She’s wearing now. She points to where I should stand but unfortunately I’m just out of camera shot, so when the moment cums you can’t see me wetting my trousers in front of Her. She hands me the packs of pics and opens my case, crammed with a lot of soiled, tissue-packed Spick & Spans, pack after pack of Her pics and the made-up mags of Her pics, all 4 or 5 times their original size due to the wads of toilet paper crammed into them. Miss Melanie opens. He let me rant and rave for a few minutes and then he asked quietly, “Do you mean that, Mya? Will you do anything and everything if I let you have an orgasm? Will you be my little sex slave from now on?”I looked into his eyes and exclaimed, “Dear sweet Tyler! I already am!His finger trailed down my stomach and circled my pubic mound and he said, “You are when I’m holding the camera. You are when we’re in your bedroom. I want more. I want you to be my slave all the time. I want you to be my.