I might relate some of these episodes in a later set of stories. But this sequence is devoted to my descent into humiliation and submissiveness, so I ...ill stay with that theme.By now Diane delighted in demonstrating to her friends that I would comply with whatever humiliating scenarios she could think up. Following the foursome with Jim and Allan, there were two "parties" with her increasing range of girlfriends, and one with Jim and Allan, together with two of their gay friends. These events. It was also a first for me. I asked if she would like more and she immediately replied yes. I touched her again and again, then inserted a few well lubed fingers between her swollen wet lips and started to softly massage her lips while slowly inching toward her clitoris. With her legs spread, she made it very easy for me to see her clitoris growing with each soothing stroke between her labia. Her lips were fully engorged now, as was her clit. This was definitely bringing her to another peak and. I watched from the corner of the rug as the two of them tried wrestling each other to the ground. Ed kept pinning Dale over and over. I was starting to have weird feelings, unwelcome feelings. My imagination wandered. It was hot to think that the two of them were fighting like animals over who would get to fuck me tonight. Ed left Dale in a panting heap on the plush area rug to go to the bathroom. Dale didn’t move, even when Ed returned a couple of minutes later. “Let’s go another round!” he. What brings you here?" Despite my protests, she reached up and pulled off my tie. She managed to unbutton three buttons before I held her hands fast."It's a woman by the name of Helen. Helen Troy." For a split second, her hands stiffen, her eyes went wide. Then, she looked away casually."You know her." It was a statement."Never heard of her." Then, smiling at me. "You don't think I'm her, do you?"I did not answer, my voice caught in my throat, hoping beyond hope."Kid, you've got to be kidding..