"I've got something I need to talk to you about, please come in."Jane entered the foyer and followed Mrs. Waters to the living room. She was wondering...why she was invited over when she stopped dead in her tracks. There, laying naked and tied to the coffee table was her 13 year old son Brad."Come on in, don't be afraid. Bradley is just being punished for setting off smoke bombs in the boys bathroom at school.' Mrs Waters offered.Jane, still shocked, stood immobile in the doorway of the room. At . She discovered ways to quickly discern a woman’s mood, desire, composition, facility, and fortitude all in the way they returned a cast gesture. She found she could entice and pick up a new lover by merely browsing among shoppers at practically any retailer. Her network grew and with it her skill as a lover. None of them ever wanted to keep her; rather she was for them just a sweet distraction from their mundane heterosexual havens. Meanwhile, she worked her new world like a pool-shark and none. We would be happy in a way that we had never truly been ever since we had tried to engage in a dominant and submissive relationship.This was what we wanted. This was right.Jenny's eyes were also teary as she looked back at me. We were just a couple of feet apart, but knew that we were not allowed to move. Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well as creating a bond between us that left me beaming.We simply stared at each other, reveling in these feelings,. "Nadine! Please! Don't be rude!" Michele snapped at her daughter."Mike; this is quite a surprise. Please tell me what you are doing here and how you got in?" Michele asked firmly."I used the house keys that that I took from your handbag the night I raped you in the railway station workshop," Mike said matter-of-factly.Both women were stunned; Michele's jaw dropped."And I've come here to fuck you both," he said in a conversational tone and sipped his wine."You rapist bastard!" Nadine screeched.