" Well, that's direct. You want to go find a spot and we can give each other pleasure?" You're direct, too."They did, a spot on a towel near the hedge.... Devlin could hear cheering in the distance, and fantasized that people were cheering them on. She pictured some sort of sex contest instead of a track meet. That could be fun in it s own right. She'd have to mention it to the woman writer. Or maybe not.He was the first of three men in a row without cleaning up. By the time she went for a wade in. However, about one month later, I received a call from a woman named Rita, who said she was a friend of Susan, and belonged to this dominant women's group. I immediately realized Susan must have told Rita about my submissive oral fetish. She asked if I would be interested in doing exactly the same type of service job for her. Rita was a librarian in Rolling Meadows and was looking for a personal secretary. Rita made it clear what she expected of me was the same kind of oral service Susan. That meant that the enemy just had to reach that much farther to get to me with a sword. I was not worried about a knife at this point. This time, I did manage to get all the way to the bottom of the stairs without seeing an enemy. Where were they?Ah, there they were. They were bunched around a person tied to the wall, spreadeagle and subject to any indignity any of the others cared to practice. One more step and I could see that the person was a woman and that she was still alive. She was. I asked her what she bought, and she said some t-shirts, nighties and some innerwear. I was waiting for her shirt to part to view more of her stomach. She told me again that her stomach was so full and want to crash on the bed. I told her to just lie on the bed and made her bed immediately.She just fell on the bed indicating that she was super tired. I told her that she had good metabolism as eating so much pizza can amount to pot belly in me. She told me that she was putting on weight and.