He moved my wispy thin black thong further to one side, stroking my already opening slit and started to ease two fingers inside my pussy… I shifted ...own the seat a little to accommodate his fingers, my dress up around my waist with my parted legs exposing my part shaved cunt as his fingers fucked my pussy, he hooked his fingers quite forcefully to my g spot and circled the target area…instantly the recognisable feelings of orgasm began to build up deep inside my pussy…the guy kissing me started. Then he said he just go change, so I just sat in his living room getting high and listening to the music. When he came back, he'd put on a robe. As far as I could tell he had no clothes on underneath.I thought this was a bit weird but was stoned by then and still didn't catch on what was up.So then he said he'd had a real busy day in the studio and could I massage his shoulders? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realize what was going on. I began to sober up with the thought. She'd been unsuccessful for Brad was a strong-willed and dominant person and for more than a year the two sisters submissively catered to his needs. Beth, especially, had been obedient and tractable but, after Brad moved away, she discovered that she could also be dominant. Her submissive partners were younger girls and sometimes boys who, like little Leena, could be persuaded to sate her sexual needs.Now, in her drugged state, the lovely, young woman was fifteen again and her masterful lover,. Allison had suffered the same “What do you wear... ?” conundrum as she had in the office earlier in the week. She’s was beginning to think the default dominatrix outfit of black leather, corset and boots at least had the benefit of not requiring too much decision making. Finally she decided that if she was the dominant then the answer to “What do you wear... ?” had to be “anything I damned well please” and had changed out of her office clothes and opted for a sweater, jeans and ankle boots,.