The long wooden bar had been polished to dark burnt amber from years of beer and other sundry spills. It gleamed as only the eldest Oak can after a ce...tury of loving use. We took turns behind the bar serving each other so that our new found friends – Jack and Emma – would feel a little more relaxed and less like the servants their job descriptions made them out to be. Jack, an elder woodsman, could just as easily have fit in at a biker bar as a hippy love fest. I was uncertain we were not. “You look dammed hot tonight Dianne,” he said politely. I felt happy that I looked good to him but that was it. He came closer to touch my breasts and he squeezed both quite hard until I jumped. “Do you like that?” he said. I didn’t want to say no, so I kept quiet. I remembered the commands to accept all offers. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He did it again. I jumped again as I sensed he wanted to go further. He spun me around and bent my body over, pulling up my dress until my bum. The waitress came by with another round of shots, Tish pounded one more, and moved away from the guy who was fingering her. But within 10 minutes, another guy at the time positioned himself up next to her, and did the same thing as his friend. Again Tish closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip as this other guy finger fucked her at the table. She again arched her back as she reached another orgasm, then she quivered and almost fell of her chair as she bucked back and forth to meet his. "And I will take good care of you," Mr. Bradford continued. "I will be your Daddydom and treat you like my princess. I will give you love, tenderness, understanding. I will buy you nice things. I will take you to nice places. You will be my babygirl." Oh," I said. "That sounds so nice." Do you want to give it a shot?" Mr. Bradford asked."I can fuck anyone else that I want?" I looked at him smiling."Yes, because you are a slut and need to fuck anyone you want," he said. "I would never ask you.