We had to let go of each other to sit down; but once settled, both girls went out of their way to kiss my cheeks before digging into their food."Oh. M.... Gawd." Abigail Sanders' jaw dropped when it finally hit her. Two seconds later Allison Sanders repeated it as if there was an echo and suddenly there were two young brunettes staring at the three of us and completely ignoring their food. This of course got the attention of our other friends.When Kenny Doyle arrived, he soon realized that. Before she could gatherher mental strength to shift to a less lewd pose she heard the medusa."I am getting tired. Let's play more tomorrow. Good night."Nia felt once more her skin as it turned to stone. She cursed as loudas she could. Mentally that is.The days flew by. But not in the way Nia was used to. Sometimes themedusa would pose her over and over again. Sometimes Nia was caressedby her. Though she couldn't tell what was more pleasant. To feel herfingers roam over flesh or over stone.Other. But that does not mean that any particular submissive wants to submit to you. Assuming that someone wants to submit to you simply because that person is "submissive" is exactly like assuming that a heterosexual woman would want to have sex with you simply because you're a heterosexual man (or vice versa).But all submissives owe dominants respect.No. Respect is earned. Believing that you're entitled to it simply by virtue of the fact that you call yourself a "dom" is a sure-fire way to be. He whispered that my lips were much better than the finest Champaign. I was now responding in a state of instant arousal as I felt his manhood standing erect touching my tummy. I knew that the black boss wanted to evaluate more than Matt's wife's table manners and social graces. He was going to evaluate my bed manners as well and I was going to show him that this division chief's wife was ready to do whatever it took too get her man the job. I knew that none of the black division chief's.