I'm very submissive. I like to do whatever I'm told, whatever he wants."She sat back a bit and her skirt rode up so I could see more of her."What abou... women?" she said. "Do you like them too? Does he?" We both do," I said. "You'd call us 'bi' I guess. But what I like most is if a woman makes me do things."She smiled again, this time sitting back and uncrossing her legs. Her hand was lazily playing at the top button of her blouse."Like what?" she said. "Makes you do what?" Well, I'm really into. I have put that matter in hand already. This is another. They happen to coincide but it is chance. If you cannot help then I shall not be upset. Let me explain. You see the man on his knees beside the Chair of the Council?”“Yes. He performed well this evening. A talented juggler, I recall. And now it seems as though he is an able fellow when it comes to providing a soothing foot massage. Although, from the complaints our good Chair makes about her feet as a result of squeezing them into those. As her tongue was working its magic as I just looked at her and smiled. “Oh God Mel, this is incredible!” I exclaimed. She licked even faster. I felt the pressure building inside me, as I was ready to cum like I had never cum before. My clit was pounding against her tongue and I knew that I would get the release I needed. I grabbed the pillow next to me and put it over my mouth. I was going to cum hard. “Let it out baby!” Melinda said. I threw the pillow aside and just screamed. “Oh God! Yes!!. She arched one eyebrow."But not tonight!" I laughed and extended a hand.She took it, and we kissed once more. Her dangerous body, wiry underneath its soft exterior, capable of stealth and athletic endeavors far beyond me, it melted against me, her lips upturned and her eyes closed in silent tenderness."What do we do tonight then?" she asked me gruffly when we parted. "Before you use that damn manhood of yours to pierce me into oblivion, I mean. Being caught in the board sure tickles me inside,.