I took a bottle of olive oil with few rose petals from a terries garden, spread it over a bed sheet. I asked her to lay down calm on the bed with her ...ack facing me. Slowly I started pouring few oil drops on her legs and started rubbing it on her whitish silky long legs and massaging her below knees, then I applied oil on her upper thigh looking at which I had a real hardon and she was staying calm with her head down. Then I asked her to remove her top to give good massage on upper body which. .sex?" I asked, sheepishly for some reason.She nodded. "We eat dinner and talk and just have a good time. But it ends in everyone getting off one way or another. In fact, no one is allowed to leave unless every single person has had at least one orgasm. Women included." Wow." I had to think about that for a while. I imagined Stephie going to these parties, as Mom had said she had done already. Who had she fucked or sucked or whatever at these things? Or Mom for that matter?"We didn't tell. Loose tan slacks and sandals completed his outfit. He'd examined what he called "Keds" with a detailed fascination but wouldn't buy any. He said they looked like monster feet, with their garish colors and clear impact absorbing heel sections, to say nothing of the ones with lights on them. He joked that it took a size twelve shoe to fit a size ten foot, what with all the added things that had happened to "Keds". So he wore sandals instead. The cut on his face from hitting the hospital door had. He smiled broadly and kissed her neck, pressing her into the front door of his house, it is a small one, intended for a single male with a pet of some sort. Then, it crashed over her like a tidal wave, I am his pet the flash of awe, love, joy, and desire played her face along with a smile on her lips as he pushed her into his home, he smiles and leads his little one to his punishment room. There are shackles cemented into the floor, and a matching pair of cuffs dangling from the ceiling- she is.