"How's everyone there," she asked."Great, couldn't be better, Melissa's flat out in the heat and Debbie'shere, great weather eh?" Yeah it is, look I'm...just ringing about next weekend." Next weekend?" I said a bit startled."Yeah next weekend, you've forgotten haven't you?"I stalled."Your dad's fiftieth birthday party," Oh yeah that," I said."Well you're both coming, aren't you ?" she asked."Well I don't know you know what's going on down here, I've changed somuch my hair and all that it would be. In a way, she was more submissive to Mister Rudderman than any of the other executives. He never bothered her with asking her to suck his dick or to bend over for him to slide his hard prick between her ass cheeks and making her take it up the ass like all of the other sex-deprived, middle-aged businessmen would certainly expect from an entry level female intern.It was the taking it up the ass that bothered her the most.She was able to take it without complaint from all of the executives except. . if that is what you desire. Do you understand me, Sweetie?”“Yes, Ma’am. I’m to say, ‘Rickenbacker’ if I’m not good with the things being done to me or with Lynette,” Lisa softly said as she leaned against my shoulder.“You’ll do fine, Lisa,” I said as I gave her a comforting hug. I turned to Lynette on my opposite side and gave her a kiss on her forehead as I whispered, “If you absolutely must have an orgasm during tonight’s events, simply add a ‘Really‘ to your, ‘I don’t love pizza’ phrase. I. "Swinger house rules?" Sure. The women started it. If a woman was interested, she made the first move. If a door was open you knocked. If it was closed, you didn't knock. It was all private and personal." George, do you think the women were pressured to provide sex?" With Findley? Hell no. If you touched a goat it better be cause she asked. Women were totally in charge. They called all the shots. Course, most of them were older and horny as hell at the end of the day, so we obliged. But during.