Luckily Reg said he had to go out on Sunday so that was good. “Ok honey” I said “maybe I will go out too”. I didn’t specify where and he did...’t ask. Sunday morning I was a mess. Excited about my appointment but concerned that Reg would ask where I was going. He didn’t. The appointment was at 2pm and I arrived at the shop and Marge ushered upstairs. Dominique was there in the same clothes but wearing a strap-on dildo. It was obvious that I was going to be fucked by her. This time she didn’t need. She writhed and twisted in pleasure as if attempting to escape from us, moaning out loud, her mind swollen with pleasure, her orgasm total. She had become utterly uninhibited, had abandoned her body to us completely. But it was his name she called out, “Oh God, Mark. Oh-my-fucking-god!”And then she rolled on over onto her back while breathing hard as if she had just come up for air after a free-dive to record depths. When she regained her breath, she turned her head and looked me in the eyes. So I guess he saw this as his opportunity. So I wished him a merry Christmas, shook his hand and wished him a merry Christmas.Now I share a house with 5 other students, and they’ve all gone home for Xmas and I’m home alone. Anyway, that night I couldn’t stop thinking about giving him head. Literally couldn’t stop. It was turning me on so much. I masturbated three times just that night, and throughout Christmas I just kept thinking about it. I kept searching things like ‘straight guy but want to. Ooooooh. Oh, fuck me, Greg. Fuck me!"Marcia wrapped a towel around her damp hair. The shower had been invigorating; hot then freezing cold. She wasn't tired anymore. She smiled at herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt like a complete woman. She knew Greg had fallen asleep when he didn't join her, which she thought was okay, because she knew a marvelous to wake the poor dear up. She licked her lips and opened the bathroom door.She saw them on the bed. Fucking! Rather,.