“At our swinger parties we have always been very careful about consent, especially when we have new people joining us. Not everyone wants to be as s...emingly carefree as we can get. Of course, we have the ‘No means No’ rule, but we also have an agreement on a safe word that we remind each other about all the time. For us, that word has been ‘Red.’ It’s not a normal conversational word, stands out of context, is easy to say and remember, and hard to misunderstand. It’s the equivalent of a huge. My left knee helping me buck up.Adding another finger, pumping in and out of me as your pointy tongue begins stabbing into me. Soft, wicked little forays into my ass. My fingers tweaking and pressing hard against my clit. "Oh, yes. Baby, please."Moaning incoherently the closer I get. My body begins bouncing against the bed, your fingers, my fingers, your tongue. Breath slamming in and out of me, mewling with need.Body tightening, breathless for a moment, before spasms wrack my body. My body. The room would soon smell like an orgy had taken place in it.She could feel her clit once again swell to the point where it felt like it would pop out of her cunt.But she noticed that her strongest urge to be stroked was no longer in the love button at the top of her slit.The new focus of her desire was deep inside her cunt, past her intact maidenhead, where she had never before been touched.There was a magic spot very close to the mouth of her womb.It was a fraction of an inch from the little. Then I rounded on Faoril. “What did you do to her?”“Dominated her,” Faoril answered. “She's my...” She frowned, searching for the word.“Slave?” The pain burned across my back as I marched to her. “What kind of magic is that? ““Life,” she answered, her voice light. “I'm holding her mind. I can control her.”My eyes flicked to her many pockets of her robe. My stomach sank. “You didn't learn it from that vile book? ““I did.” Faoril arched an eyebrow and her nose piercing flashed. “Fireeyes methods.