"Please, Barry, let her close the window." Only if you tell her what she is."Nicole hesitated. This would hurt Abby, but she looked so cold..."You're ... slut, Abby."Abby looked stricken, but Nicole knew she had to go on."That's why you took those pictures, Abby. Because you're a slut. A filthy slut, like me. That's why you deserve this." Close the window, Abby."Abby still looked very cold. Nicole saw that she was crying. She noticed that despite the cold and being nude in front of two strangers,. Because of the raw mental power this Vicky person had radiated during their tryst, he had assumed that she was at least partially trained. He'd seen images in her mind of being murdered and surviving – coming back to be killed, and killed again, and she'd used those images during their lovemaking to control and redirect the overpowering agony he'd caused her.'So ... Why isn't she coming back?' he fumed, still hoping that she might flare up and regenerate like a properly trained Phoenix girl. I want all three of you to look around at what’s inside. If it doesn’t appeal to you, no worries,” I tell her.“What’s in there?” She asks.“It’s a professionally built BDSM room. Look, our Dom/Submissive is just fun consensual play. I don’t want it to become a lifestyle or for you or your submissive sisters to feel you must do anything in there. If you’re not comfortable, then I will lock the room back up and nothing will happen. Are you OK with this?” I ask.“Yes sir, I am. But you already know. Your cock is getting harder and harder and the angle you’re at is rubbing up behind my balls as you move your hips. I can feel the head of your cock pushing against my balls over and over - ah it feels so good – and you, so generous, reach around to my cock and give it a few strokes. I’m drunk and dazed, but I know I want more than this; I know you want more than this, and as your cock slides out of the warm haven of my thighs and up between my cheeks, I know we’re both going to get exactly.