This is crazy. Crazy and kind of kinky and hot and my mind wander to the vision.“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”I nod.“We might be lu...ky and find a FutaWitch on our journey, who knows. We could be fucked together, you the sub and me the dom.”“I am not a sub, whatever that is.”“Submissive. You like being on the bottom, like being bossed around, like being fucked by me. Hee, hee.”“Well, that is partly true. So, dom is dominant? I can be both, can’t I?”“Sure can. So you like the idea?”“God,. I wondered how Sandy had explained her presence there. She'd probably just said she was a "friend" of mine. Or maybe she'd told Amy I was a neurotic personality and she was my keeper.I got no attention from Sandy, but I did get two more hits -- a single and a double -- for the night.When I got home, I had a call from Sandy on my answering machine again. The message was the same -- don't call, but she would be at the game the next night. I wasn't sure whether the message was the same one I'd. “But ... the manager?” I replied, slightly shocked.“Is out for a business lunch and won’t return until late today ... if that,” she answered with a predatory smile.“OK,” I shrugged a little nervously before undoing my belt and dropping my pants and underwear.“Hmmm, I can see why they’d be impressed,” she commented with a slight giggle as she reached out to grab my semi-turgid cock and give it a squeeze.“Ooh!” I gasped as my body reacted immediately, making me go rock hard in seconds.“Even more. " A demonstration?" Katya stammered. "What?" I'm sure you can use your imagination," Lucas told her with a cold smile. Nancy smiled behind her friend's back, then adopted an expression of fearful subservience. Crossing the carpet, she knelt beside his chair, then beckoned to Katya. "Come on," she said, "it's the only way." Turning back, Nancy tugged at Lucas' belt, and pulled down his trousers, freeing his erect penis from his underwear in a single, deft motion. Moving much more reluctantly.