Marion grinned from ear to ear knowing that her friend had just submitted to her desires."Debbie, I always thought you are a bit submissive. Do you pr...fer the bottom during our games?" This question surprised Debbie, for she always saw herself as a top. But, she quickly replied that although she loves the role of Top, she also sometimes likes to bottom to another woman. But that submission must be forced. She never voluntarily submits to anyone."I never bottom to a man unless ordered to do so. It turned me on. We continued to just smile at each other taking glances at my work, busily wanking him off. The scene was almost surreal. His balls were rocking from my efforts. He shuddered and looked up at the ceiling. I was starting to wonder when he would cum. Surely he was close. I wanted him to look at me so i could see his face. I started wanking him vigorously. "Where’s my gravy Randy?" i asked mischievously. I was shocked at my own dirtiness, my sluttiness. Where the hell did THAT. Or they could go on a long hike up in the hills and find a private place.“Okay. Sorry.”“Yes, she is hot, okay?”“Okay,” she grinned.I stopped under the carport canopy beside number nine. My dick had mostly subsided. We piled out and I handed the key to Sally while I tried to pick up as much of our junk as I could on one trip. I hadn’t said anything at home, but I bet Sally had packed a bunch of clothes. I’d brought one set of clothes and an extra pair of shorts. Sandals would do for shoes unless. "What are you talking about? This is justa conference room. Look, there's no one-way glass and the furniture istoo nice." Haven't you ever been in a police station before?" he asked calmly.I shrugged. "Well, yeah, a couple of times," I conceded. "I mean, it wasjust minor stuff, though."Brad sat next to me and looked at me with his most serious look. "Okay,Marty, we'll play it your way. This is serious business. Do you knowwhat was in that briefcase?" No," I replied, "but I can guess." Like I.