I felt him, just ever so slightly, move his hips towards me. Our crotches brushed against each other.Now I needed the toilet more than ever. But not t... piss. I closed and locked the door and undid my fly. My cock was hard and precum had lubricated the head more than I could remember. I slipped my foreskin back, the head of my penis was slick and shiny. Started to stroke myself. Thinking about the sexy man just outside the door. The man who had just rubbed his cock against mine. I came in. You’re going to let them initiate me. And you’re going to accept whatever punishment you deserve. Understand?”I was being dominated by my horny, half-naked fifteen year old daughter and her sexy cheerleader friends. I knew that she was right. That I had to let them do what they wanted. My body was telling me that I wanted it. Wanted to be spanked. Wanted to be tickled. Wanted to be naked. Wanted to be punished. No ... I needed it.“I ... I ... I...” I didn’t get a chance to respond.“And yes. I’m. I knew better than to give it a whirl while people were all around. I stepped out of the kitchen going to the den (located in the basement). This was a young adult’s paradise. Two closets, a desk with a computer, television, and recliner even a soft plush couch. I learned to spend lots of time in that room, to get my work done finally had a bit of time for me. However, today was completely different. I wanted my time alone. My pussy was aching for a bit more action; that one orgasm earlier was. " Laura murmured softly, not catching herself until the words were out."What?" Oh... never mind." Please." Brandi's dark eyes were glazed from the wine. "Say it." I... I had a dream with you in it," Laura confessed, so softly she was almost inaudible."Really? What kind of dream?"Laura drew her hand back. She shook her head."You can tell me," Brandi said in a resonant, throaty voice. She put one hand on Laura's. "You can. You can tell me."She looked directly into Laura's eyes. Somehow Laura knew.