They had done it against my will, and while it wasn’t something I had chosen for myself, I did want to please Fiona and be her good girl. Shame, inj...red dignity, and docile obedience came together in a mix that satisfied obscure needs I didn’t understand, but left a complicated aftertaste behind. I wondered if I’d ever get used to be treated like this, and whether I even wanted to, or whether the discomfort was part of what I yearned for.After Fiona made me feed her grapes for dessert--a much. It was not until later when we had acknowledged our feelings for each other, tried to suppress them and failed it became a problem. But that was only later. I was very promiscous at this time, being a sex addict and all that. So besides those two amazing women I was also meeting with various casual partners of both sexes. Usually I told Lara, my future wife, about my escapades. It was not possible to be that open with my girlfriend, she was in fact a very jealous type. Actually that was one of. Maggie was already there waiting. She smiled, grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go!” We ran to the train and as we did I could not help but watch her body move. She boarded the last car with me close behind. Reaching the last seat, she pulled me in next to her.She told me that she had seen me checking her out by looking out the window, while at the same time moving her hand up my thigh and pressing her breast against me. Maggie said that it had gotten her excited and her panties wet. I was. Told In My Point Of View (POV):A funny thing happened on the way to the forum. That was the name the year-round art school had chosen for the shops which proceeds supported with their various merchandise. As I got up from my wood auditorium chair-seat and felt my own bottom buzz with a sudden sting where my poor butt had gone to sleep during the skit. With a small audible gasp as I got to my feet my vagina chimed in with a heated throb of its own and a case of irreversible ‘drenched panties’.