My eyes lifted back to hers as I leaned in. Her eyes sensually drifted shut, and mine followed suit.Our lips touched. Hers were impossibly warmer than...the first time, but still just as soft and full. The lightest pressure of my tongue easily parted them, and then her tongue met mine and invited it to dance.My hand slid to her neck, and my fingers slid into her hair. The slightest whimper escaped her throat, and our heads turned as our tongues dueled.Her hands had been politely resting on my. Ray your ... slave, too? Are you bisexual, Jack?” Nina’s eyes flashed with a mixture of shock, jealousy, and ... arousal.“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and well, yes! Yes to all of that. Yes, they’re slaves, Lizzie, Dahlia, Marcella, and ... Ray. And yes, I’m bisexual. Not gay, of course. Though there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m pretty sure that they’re bisexual, too. They’re my sex slaves ... and Marcella is my head slut. But that’s not all. There’s a lot more going on here. More than you might. After a while she began to explain me the subject. As she spoke, she emphasized her points with gentle strokes and pats across my arm and leg. Several times, she touched my leg with her toe, sending shivers up my spine.After two more drinks, we were giggling and talking about everything outside the subject. Amber said that she had recently attended a class to learn a new relaxation technique that was quite extraordinary. She asked me if she could demonstrate it on me. At that point, I wanted to. This was the first weekend of May and his school had a spring fling tradition. It was an unusually hot May Saturday and Harry picked me up at 11:00. He was wearing a tank top, cut off jean shorts and tennis shoes. I had on a short tube top, which I don’t advise small-breasted women like me to wear but hey, everyone expected a show and today I was going to give one. Short short gym shorts, hey I was a PE major, no panties and white socks and tennis shoes. I had to work late on Friday so I slept.