He turned on the TV and turned off the lights so as to have just enough light for what he had planned. It was around 9 PM and after our first drink, ... went to the bathroom and removed all my clothes but had taken a pair of high heels in with me and then walked out to make us another drink. He loves to see my buttocks pushed up by wearing the high heels and it makes me so excited knowing he is watching every little twitch of my butt cheeks. I came back and sat on the bed as we talked and he. That night at supper he said,"I don't like it that you tell me whatto do without discussing it with me. You are becoming too dominant." I, what? I can't believe what you said! Now, tell me who is wearingthe dresses around here and who is wearing the pants?" We never had this problem before. I always discussed everythingwith you." Maybe you need a spanking to find out who is in control around here." Come on, now. Don't talk like that. You are taking this too far. Iwasn't hurting anyone before. “For now.”It pissed me off, but I recognized there wasn’t much I could do about the situation. I had signed up for it, after all. We didn’t say much to each other for the next hour. Roger and Tate talked amongst themselves. Morgan pretended to hang on to every word, stroking Roger’s tie and giving me a wink every now and then. Tate drank more and more, though none of the alcohol seemed to take effect. Eventually a slow song wept across the dance floor and Roger, feeling younger than he really. It was swollen and ready for attention. I leaned down, taking in her essence, and slowly ran my tongue over the inside of her pussy, going all the way up to her clit, but not touching it. She burned with pleasure, gritted her teeth, and swore at me until she was no longer able to express herself with words. She grunted, groaned, moaned and made other sounds that came from deep within her being. Gail thrust her hips up and tried to impale my face on her fuck hole, while at the same time.