‘Well, Nicki. Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy exerting control over the boy?’ ‘Very much,’ I said. ‘Let me guess that that is not the firs...t time you have played a dominant role.’ I nodded. ‘But mostly, you have let the man…’ she paused, thinking, ‘…or men… play the dominant role.’ I nodded again, and started to blush. How had she guessed? Had someone written ‘Slut’ across my forehead? ‘I think you enjoy playing the slut, enjoy being dominated by men.’ I smiled in response. ‘But I think you. Kent wouldn’t have chased me, at least not immediately. But I would have felt even worse.So what did I do? I stowed the ruined present in the bedside table and awaited my fate. I cooked dinner for him. Spaghetti Bolognese. I even went and bought goddamn butterscotch ice-cream. I took the clothes from the dryer, ironed them. I rearranged the bookcase into alphabetical order. I moved the coffee table so it was exactly a foot away from the edge of the rug. I actually measured the goddamn distance.. We drank the wine and talked about her life in Paris. She said she had a pretty normal upbringing by Paris standards. Her Mother was a professor at the Sorbonne and her Father was an engineer for Renault. They lived in the 5th arrondissement near the Pantheon because it was close to where her Mother taught. After we finished the wine Gabi said she should go. I asked her if she would have dinner with me the next day and she agreed. I told her, "Since it's Saturday I would like to take you. The dark-skinned man suddenly excused himself to pick it up when I felt my skirt being lifted, my nylons being torn and a finger making its way in my pussy. I was about to react when the still seated one starting fondling my mound. Squirming in my seat, I was suddenly aware of a guy sitting where the two men were originally seated. “Oh my god, it's Tim,” I mumbled. He had been watching and smiling from afar. I moaned softly when I suddenly felt my lace panties being pulled down and off,.