I slid my hand down her side to her hip, enjoying the feel of her soft smooth skin, and pulled her back more tightly against me, whispering in her ear...that I was going to fuck her with the strap on next, first her pussy, then her ass, and would she like that?She moaned her agreement as I slid two fingers into her pussy, running them over her clit and giving it a quick pinch as I did so, making her hips jump. After a few quick pumps of my fingers, I ordered her to get the strap on and put it on. I felt the large head of his cock pressing at my asshole, trying to gain entry. I moved away from him when I felt a slight pain back there. It wasn’t overly painful or sore, it was just a short, dull ache. “You can’t fight this Janet,” he said. “You have to let this happen. Take deep breathes and just relax yourself. Play with your clit.” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply again, steadying myself and trying to relax. Derek pressed at my little hole again and I felt pressure back there, but. “Ah, M’lady ‘top, what would you?”“We’ll take off your clothes and then I’ll take you to my room. Our other lovers will join later.”“M’lady take em off?”“Do I want to strip you? Yes, actually, that would be nice,” Ashley said.Ashley sat next to Ram and began to explore his chest and body. He was well-muscled and stocky. She ran her hands along the hardness of his arms. His shirt was a course but serviceable fabric. It was patched in a couple of places. It smelled of soap and something animal.. I had overstaffed to make sure we were covered (and a good thing, too, as I mentioned above). My job was making with the glad-hand with everyone walking in, and dealing with shocked little old ladies as well as folks in leather and lace. There are lots of interesting people who patronize ‘B.A.I.’, we’ll introduce them as we tell our stories. These are our ‘house’ characters. You’ll see them participating in the tales to be told: First there’s me, of course. I’m Chuck Phillips, 50-ish, graying.