Whilst I had beenangry with Steve it had been easier to keep my sexual urges at bay butnow I was missing the sex and the closeness it brought. I was s...arting tolearn things about myself as well. I was getting sexually excited by thepower and control I was exercising over Steve, no longer was I the onewho submitted to sex, I was the controlling force albeit the one at themoment who said no. It was a powerful feeling and a strong aphrodisiac todominate Steve and have him meekly accepting my. Of course, he couldn't let even the tiniest hint of this newfound obsession slip to his wife or he was sure that she would, at the very least, leave him and take Sarah far away. So he did his very best to hide his growing lust. But now, with the girl hugging tight against him, her growing C cup tits pressed against his stomach, he could barely maintain enough control to speak clearly. "Of course", he repeated, regretfully peeling his sexy daughter away from himself. "Just let me take my work. " You're what? Quit teasing." Another guy asked to buy me a drink, but I said no. Then this really good looking young guy asked me and I said 'Sure, why not!'" Rita, stop it. Come on up now." He asked me where the guy I'd been with went, and I said you'd gone up to bed. When we got to the second drink I told him you were dressed up like a slut and tied to the bed waiting for me to come up and do I don't know what." You didn't." Yeah, I did. And you know what he said? He said, 'Maybe you'd like. She was in her early 30s, fair, buxom, full of fun. My friend was a boring man who viewed life very seriously and was regularly traveling. I have no idea how they were in bed together but watching her I think she would be the more active partner. My friend’s travels drew me closer to Sarah. There were weekends together and even a few weekdays. I could not put my finger on it but I thought she had the hots for me. Our friendship was platonic and we had many good times together. But strictly.