This gave me easy access to her and a opportunity to talk to her. Since I was a bright child, they were all impressed with me. Being from a gujarati f...amily, we used to play with cards a lot with family. Once such evening, my family decided to play and invited neighbors too. Manju did came and she was an expert in playing cards. Fortunately for me on this particular day, she sat left to me. So our body was touching each others a lot.Being 18 years old, my testosterone started answering the touch. I know people always say that but she really is. She has perky tiny titties, fair skin, and long legs. I have asked her many times (through hints) to think about doing other men but she always acted like that was a major turnoff so I usually dropped it. So a few months ago, I made a bet with her and won. What I won was one night of her being my "sex slave" and she would do whatever I wanted. I seriously doubt she realized what I had in mind but I figured I could at least try it. So a few weeks. Just then, Brad and Cort walked in with hands filled. More beer, some liquor and a few gifts."Just put the gifts over there, guys", I told them pointing to the side table.Dad walked in to greet his friends, shaking hands and hugging each other.These three guys were Dad's best friends, since college.Murphy was the tallest, standing six foot two, sandy-blonde hair, dark blue eyes. He was good looking, thirty four years old with a few acne scars on his face. Not fat, but not thin either.Brad was. I meekly followed the mature woman as she strutted before me; my cock tingled as I watched the fullness of her rounded bottom and sumptuous thighs as we ascended the stairs. The house seemed to have many rooms; I was taken into one of them. It was a small but well-appointed room with a large double bed, neat and clean but sparsely decorated. Blanche grinned as she opened my bag and lifted out the leather collar with leash. I watched her nipples move in the black satin as she eagerly buckled.