So domineering, so forceful, so rough; I liked it. I gave him a look that would have frozen ice. "Are you done yet? I have somewhere I have to be." Th...t was a lie, I just wanted to be able to sit in my car before my legs gave out and relish the orgasm I just had. He shook his head. He roughly turned me around and pulled my jeans down further to expose my ass. I pulled away and started to yank up my jeans. "Ok seriously, I'm leaving." He jerked on my jeans simultaneously pulling me back to him. "We were all laughing and joking as we helped Tracey put away leftovers and rinse off the dishes. Thirty minutes later, Tracey chased us out of her kitchen to dress. She had a smile on her face, though.We parked our three vehicles together and headed into the gym as a group. Before we left, we all checked to make sure we had our tickets. The girls looked like movie stars in their dresses. I couldn't keep my eyes off Missy for any length of time. The soft blue of her gown dipped just enough in. .. do those things, sir?"He didn't bother to ask her what "things" she meant. "What if I told you I wasn't forcing you to do anything?"She stared at him. Inside, she thought, I'm not stupid. I wasn't in control.The silence stretched and then he broke it."You really want to know?" he asked.Renee nodded."Hmm." He poked at his food. "What would you be willing to do for it?"She shivered as a chill rolled through her.What would she do?I have to know, she thought. I can't fight if I don't even know. They're having a wonderful time eating the meal Jill has made for them."This dinner tastes delicious." Rosy compliments her."No shit," says Carla, "How long have you been cooking, Jill?" Oh... I really haven't cooked that much. I just follow recipes." Jill answers."You've got a natural talent, Jill, just like Carla does," Rosy says."I bet Carla can cook way better than I can. Have you always liked to cook, Carla?" Jill asks."Yeah... Cooking has always been a special love of mine. I've always.