"You want to dance?" Umh, sure, why not," Deirdre accepted.Mike led her out on the floor and Deirdre began to dance hesitantly. She had taken ballet c...asses until she hit her last growth spurt at sixteen, but she had never danced to Rock music. After three or four numbers Mike led her off and towards the buffet. He gave her another glass of Coke and took one himself. Vaguely, Deirdre remembered Joey's warning about the Coke being spiked but she shrugged it off. Fuck him! She took a large gulp. She had perfect eraser-sized nipples that were pierced. Her punk rock look made her look even sexier next to Jamal's hard, dark body. I nearly came as she turned around and slowly pulled her painted on shorts off, showing off her fat white booty. Jamal stroked his stiffening monster as she kicked off her shorts.Bri took a few steps toward her bed as Jamal laid back. As she straddled him I sat in awe of how hot she looked with Jamal. Her thick, luscious body would never have looked that good. As Roger was about to exit the bathroom, he said, “After you have dried off, please join me in the bedroom. I have a final favour to ask of you.”As I entered the bedroom, Roger handed me a tub of cream. “This is an expensive ointment I bought that is great for one’s skin. Would you rub it on my body for me?” he asked.“Sure,” I replied.I again mentally chastised myself for feeling turned on by what was happening.Shortly, Roger lay on his stomach as I began massaging the cream into his body. Once. Wake up Alison. Its time to play. The more she comes to her senses, she realizes she is blind folded, she cant see anything. Trying to move, she finds her hands are restrained above her head and something is bound between her ankles holding them apart. Are you awake Alison? What the fuck is that? It sounds like a digitized voice out of the movies . . . . . Fuck! Who are you? she asks, noticing her voice is shaking a bit. In due time my dear, for now, we have other things to attend to. the voice.