I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. I gasped and reconsidered. If it were my dad, he would freak out and probably send me to military school-but if...it were Max, then-The door burst open. Max was grinning from ear to ear. "I knew you were playing with yourself. What's that, a remote control? Ha. Wow, you know, that's not nearly as big as my dick." He laughed. "And a pillow? Nice."I was blushing so hard I forgot to cover my pussy. Worst, my tits were floppy (great, it gets big now as soon as. Basically, they were in search of a woman who woulddominate them sexually. Since it was a pan-sexual group, there weresome self-proclaimed dominant men but most of the males present at thismeeting wanted to be in the submissive role. I found this to be quiteinteresting. I was a so-called feminist and while I was hearing lectures incollege on how women were struggling to gain equality in our society,here was a room full of men that did not want women to be their equalsbut rather their. "It's right here, next to the--" I cut off as the lights went off, and Shanna gave a small scream. Before I could act or think I felt her grab a hold of me, pinning my arm to my side and shivering from cold and fear. "Don't worry; the lights will come back on shortly. The power shouldn't stay off long. Let's see if we can find the door." It was a little hard groping for the door one handed, with her holding on tight to me, and somehow I'd become turned around, in the meantime."I hate the dark,". “She is the sick one. I am the cuckold. What’s there for you to be sorry about?” “Because….. I also fucked her, Sir. At the farmhouse.” he said. “What?” I asked. “Please understand, Sir. I didn’t have a choice. It was an invitation only sex-club type thing. I had to gain entry to gather evidence. And once I managed to get an invitation through Salma Madam’s contacts, I…..well…I had to do whatever or…whoever everyone else was doing.” he said apologetically. “Hmmmm.” I said. “How was she?”.