The two of them would hang out every other week or so and I eventually just got used to it. She would come to our house for game nights and drinking s...metimes and other times they would go out dancing or shopping or just for lunch. This story starts on Crystal’s 21st birthday. She asked for us both to go out with her to celebrate. Since we live about an hour from the club area she wanted to go to, we decided to get a room near the club.After we checked in, we got dressed and headed out to meet. Do we have a relationship?"I smiled ruefully at her. "I think, to paraphrase a favorite movie of mine, this is the beginning." You didn't finish that line, I love Casablanca too. You forgot 'of a beautiful friendship.'" I didn't forget. I want you as a friend, but I refuse to define us as just friends."Myn sat up on her knees. "Do you have any idea of the mixed signals you are sending, baby?"She called me 'baby', which sent a thrill up my spine. "I know, Myn, I am usually much more decisive. I. We loved it!When we had friends over I would ask her to do something. My Master voice would escape from me, and she would immediately comply with a "Yes sir!" Our friends thought it was cute. She and I would exchange knowing glances.We played with spanking and punishments. Soon words would escape her when in front of her family. "I have to get this done otherwise he'll spank me!" she would say.Her mother would laugh with her as I would join in and threaten to beat her while laughing with. Ben made me realize that the sound of a human voice, flowing like a soft caress or burning like hot fire, made music seem like overdesigned mathematical constructions. Not quite ready to give up my world of music and art, I experimented, finding that certain types of music could sharpen the feelings that the brothers generated in me. Soft, slow tones would also make for soft, slow lovemaking and quicker, sharper beats would make for more active, vigorous sex activities, and I loved it all. I.