I didn’t know what to say. “I … I …” I stuttered. He looked over his shoulder, then stepped inside and locked the door. “If you think I sh...uld let you in here again,” he began while unzipping his jeans “you’d better convince me.” His jeans sunk to his knees. He pushed his briefs down after them and his long and very stiff cock sprung into my face. I didn’t need to be asked again. “Oh please let me in again,” I began and lowered myself over his cock, letting it go deep into my mouth. He gave a. She gives a warm yet confused look, not knowing what I was doing. But anyway, she still takes my hand. I help her to her feet, which are still wrapped in those 4 1/2 inch stilettos, then we head down towards the dance floor. I look at her, she has this enthusiastic look, and we make our way down the stairs towards the floor. And just like when Kate and I were making out way up to the restaurant area, we are getting plenty of stares from both sexes. Kate and I reach the dance floor and we start. A few houses over there was a group of frat guys, 8 of them. They were out playing drinking games and boating, shirts off, music playing, just living it up. They had been cordial and waved and the other women in our group had commented on the strapping young shirtless lads. Jen jokes that maybe she should go introduce herself, when she said that my cock was instantly hard and the scenarios were racing through my mind, little did I know how close to the truth they were. We had been on the lake. How could I even do that? I just couldn't see myself dominating him the way she did.I told her that I couldn't do that, not in a million years. She assured me that she would help me. I was to come over next Thursday night, and she would arrange for me to secretly participate. She would lock him up first, then I would come in. She had another hood that I could wear so that even if he managed to see me, he wouldn't be able to see who I was.I asked her what to wear, and she told me I could just.