She cradled the glass of champagne carefully and responded nonchalantly. ‘Fine,’ she replied back sharply and looked away, not wanting to answer t...e stranger’s questions. The garden looked beautiful in the moonlight. Lisa had converted the backyard into a wonderful place. Flowers bloomed and the light night breeze carried the sweet scent of the roses. She wanted to climb down the couple of steps and spend some time amidst the colorful flowers. She wanted to forget how colorless her own life had. I ended up chatting with David while Viv was deep in conversation with Ann, which she followed with a three-way chat with Susan and Ann. Greta seemed to be having a good time chatting to a couple of teenaged lads. I lost Ann for a while but caught Viv and Susan talking quite seriously with Jenny. I wondered what was going on, but then was caught in conversation with one of the research bods who managed to bore me with a couple of really good ideas. Geoff made a good speech celebrating our. Anentire weekend as his dirty slut doggy. How wonderfully he torments me. I shouldn’t but I feelbeautiful in only a black leather collar and heels.When I return to his chair, the dildo is firmly betweenmy teeth and I resist a bit as he takes it out of mymouth, feeling my pussy get wet when he entwines hishand in my hair and jerks hard enough I drop thephallus into his other hand.“Bad girl, now sit!” he scolds as I look up at hisbeautiful face.He yanks down on my puppy tail. More than I can say. This doesn’t change anything between us.”“Are you sure? I mean, I had sex with someone else! And it was with a girl!”“Yes, I’m sure. It’s OK. Remember, I told you it was OK to be with Joyce.”“Maybe you shouldn’t have,” she said quietly.In that instant, I knew she was right. I shouldn’t have. She had said she was having trouble with setting limits and had more or less begged me to set them for her. I’d given her permission to have sex with Joyce, and she had. Of all the.