A dull ache between her thighs suggested she needed more and she slid slightly forward in her seat so she could slide her fingers thru the side of her... skirt. Her date followed her movements with his own and soon was massaging her thigh sendng little electric jolts straight to her clit, his hand slid deeper and found her wetness and she felt herself open around him as he pushed with a finger and entered her. The sudden pressure caused her to gasp and she bit his shoulder to stop herself crying. She went to the maid’s carts to offer them the choice of a meat tenderizing mallet or a tool that used a hot wire to sear them as they used it to remove their scrotum and testicles. She never said a word. In that one act, she became the scariest person in the room. No one there wants to piss Molly off.”I saw her turn to look back at Molly and watched in the rear-view mirror as Molly clapped and nodded happily for a second.I expected to stop at another of Elena’s family-owned resorts or hotels,. As we unloaded the van I asked Beth if Jack was behaving himself.“Well” she said blushing slightly, “I didn’t want to make an issue of it, but his hands were pretty busy under my blanket. It made me feel kind of like I was at the drive-n back in high school. I got a funny kind of kick out of it so I didn’t make a scene. When he tried a couple of times to progress from playing with my boobs to reaching under my skirt I had to push his hand away. The second time I did it rather forcefully and I. Like the guy from the car insurance ad says, it’s what we do, we Bottoms. We serve. We submit. We live to please others, to put their needs first. If you’re a Bottom, it’s what you do. We enjoy it. We revel in it. It’s why Lowell can never disobey Mary. She’s his lady love and he worships the ground on which she treads. It’s why Martin surrenders his ass and mouth to Mark on demand. Their bromance was always rather one-sided, even before it turned physical, but that’s how they like it. It’s why.