We came (and that’s a bad choice of words, I think) close to being inundated by those waves. I keep telling myself that I don’t want to make that ...inal move until, as I told Jay, we’re sure. Trouble is, I’m lying on my back in this bed and I’m pretty sure. That assurance partly comes from the fact that he didn’t push me any further than I wished to be pushed, maybe he didn’t even push as hard as I WANTED to be pushed.‘Lena, you have a new view of yourself, ‘ I thought. ‘You totally failed to. My free hand is on your ass, squeezing it firmly and lifting you onto your toes. I whisper in your ear, "You're fucking mine now, you little tease."I push you down onto your knees on the sofa, facing away from me; you wiggle your ass at me and I struggle not to chuckle at how fucking obvious you are. Instead, I lift your dress over your ass and spank you hard, grunting with the effort, "You've been a naughty little fucktoy and I'm going to fuck some better behaviour into you."You feel me settle. “Going to call him?” asked James seductively as he continued stroking me. At the same time he was holding his slightly softening erection in his left hand and smiling at me. “Why don’t you call him right now?” he continued. “Stop it,” I whispered. “I can’t call him right now, can I,” I replied. “I’m busy.” “He won’t know what you are doing though will he,” replied James. “Call him whilst I carry on what I was doing.” “James, don’t be so ridiculous,” I countered but at the same time as saying. She was a French woman and had invited Louise by curling her fingers. She was older, quite a bit older than Louise, but attractive. A tall blonde bony woman with small tits and high cheekbones. Her name was Anna. The two women walked hand in hand through a maze of rooms, some nearly empty, others with many women having sex. Some had a small stage with women in various positions, young teens together or more often young with older. “Tempting “, said Anna, “but I stay away from the young.