I was way out on a financial limb. I had no formal position in the table of organization. I was a roving trouble shooter. I solved client problems and...corrected mistakes. I didn't make many friends!Annie danced with anyone who asked, laughing and flirting, paying less and less attention to me as time passed and wine flowed. Brad danced with her often. Toward the end of the evening, they danced only in each others arms.They never moved far from the table. Annie's dress was open, Brad had plenty. The plan for after my arrival continued to be nebulous -- but it would be MY plan...When I got there, Britney was nude -- but Vera was wrestling with her chemise and groaning. "Help her," I directed Britney. Britney stepped forward and lifted the filmy garment over Vera's head so she could work free. As she did, my approach became clear... "That's perfect," I announced. "The two of you vary widely, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Each of you has different strengths -- and different. And he likes me on top. I'm the aggressor in ourrelationship. I've told you that, haven't I? I wear the pants and he wearsthe panties. I did enjoy strapping the dildo on and being the guy theother night. And he likes it. What, you've never seen a girl with a strapon? Well, this is a little awkward!Third drawer? That's his exercise clothes. Some swimsuits, his leotards,and tutus. He's under the impression that every woman wants to be a primaballerina so when he's exercising, he wears the. "Are you okay? Are you okay?" She kept asking. I couldn't respond until the gag had been totally removed."Yeah, I'm doing great. Never been better. I can't remember the last time I passed out from too much pleasure." Is that what happened?" she asked incredulously. "Why you little bitch! You had me all worried about you." Her harsh words were belayed by her tender caresses as she laid down beside me."What happened?" I asked."Well everything seemed to be going great, but then you just slumped.