After inviting Peter in they asked him to do the honours of pouring their three cognacs. Billy and Chuck sat on the one bed, and Peter sat across from...them.They had scarcely begun chatting before Billy said, “You’re a little overdressed Peter, why don’t you get more comfortable?”Gingerly, Peter arose and stripped down to his underwear. Peter had a very neat body; he wasn’t as big as the two six-foot tall men across from him but stood at respectable five-foot-ten inches tall. As they spoke,. Dominants have their own issues, especially with submissives.”“What do you mean by that? I’ve always seen in stories that a submissive is controlled by a dominant.” Even as I said the words, they almost caught in my throat. Control was such a restrictive term. Not that it hasn’t been applicable to me past. Perhaps that is what has been going on in my life. Men have controlled me and, as such, dictated how and when I do things and with whom. But, is the alternative to simply have to fight. "Even as Alex turned to consider her, the woman dropped to her knees before him."Dear Sir, whoever you may be, I open myself to you," she announced, spreading her arms wide and still kneeling before Alex. "I'll be your conduit in any manner I may assist your mission here on Earth." Muriel?" Peter shouted, surprised the normally formal older woman would cause such a scene, especially in public and making a public mockery of her faith like that."Sister Morgan!" bellowed an older black man. ‘Why don’t you suck on this!’ she said as she pushed the plastic phallus up to his mouth. ‘Were you going to say something?’ she asked. Garner’s eyes were blazing up at her now, but his mouth stayed shut. ‘I’m waiting.’ she said as she continued to goad him, ‘Cat got your tongue?’ She held Garner silent in this position for a few more minutes and then released his hair and stood up. She then released the contents of her bladder onto his head in a hot deluge. ‘Okay I think we’ve made good.