She asked me if I had met any nice girls whilst I was out last night celebrating. I told her that there had been a few girls in the group but none wer... as good looking as she was. (yes, I know this was blatant). As I looked down, I noticed that some of the red wine had spilt on the hem of her blouse - 'dam', she said and went through the same routine as her skirt. I heard her stop the machine, and add the blouse to it.Again she came back without going upstairs to change. Now, she sat beside me. Her black, red, and gold bra matched the red contacts she wore that was speckled with gold and was easily seen and were pushed up by large golden ribbon tied around her waist to keep her Kimono together. Matching gold heels with little red dragon designs covered her feet as her hair was in a long black braid. Lastly, there was Iris. Her costume might have been the best, if not the sluttiest. She wore a black fur bikini top that only covered her nipples with a matching skirt that didn't even. " Wow!" was all I could say before pulling her close and kissing her.She pushed back from me and looked me in the eyes. She pulled her thin shirt over her head.Her naked little body looked so vulnerable there as she wondered what I was thinking. She raised her body and guided my throbbing shaft to her tight hole. She grimaced as I entered. She worked her hips from side to side as I entered.I pulled her against me. "Don't worry." I kissed her lips again. She smiled. "Okay Daddy!"I took. There was just one problem – if you can call it aproblem – she liked to be in charge, to run things.Some would say she was haughty, adopting a superiorattitude at times to others. Within our network wedon’t mind people being dominant or submissive, but wealso expect everyone to be valued equally, we expecteveryone to receive the maximum amount of fulfilment inwhatever sexual activities we get up to. Too often withMelanie she would be so strong and haughty she wouldforget the.