We were 9 floors up, looking down at the world, and I pressed her against the glass. I took her hand, the one that she was rubbing herself with, and g...ided it down inside her g-srtring."Are you my dirty little whore?" I asked her as I pushed her fingers into her wet pussy."Yes," she whispered.It was obvious from our conversations over the last year that she enjoyed being submissive.I pulled her hair back so that our lips could meet, but she was still facing out to the world.If someone were. I knew that my boyfriend had said that he was a bit of a romantic and I had seen just a taste of it, but never on this scale. I could only imagine what the inside was like. I walked in and instantly stopped. The lights were dimmed, the A/C was on, and there were little groupings of candles all over the living room leading into the kitchen/dining room. As I followed the trail of rose petals on the floor, I stopped in the doorway and there stood my man. All 6’2 of him. He had on a white dress. I saw a shine in her eyes and fell for her. But I was too scared to tell her this. What I did not realize was that the feeling was mutual.She would later confess to a mutual friend who then set us up. And just like that, both of us were in the first relationship of our lives! I was scared and excited at the same time.A few weeks later, we were at the bus stop waiting for her bus. As I saw the bus approaching, I half-jokingly invited her over to my house. Because of my ‘good boy’ image, none of. He gently stroked the top of my head and smiled."Now you understand," he said smirking at me.He moved his hand to my cheek, knelt in front of me and brought his face so close our noses briefly touched.He continued in a calm voice," As I said, you are going to star in a little movie. You will do exactly as you are told and with much enthusiasm. You will service number 3 in any way he wants. If at any point he is not convinced you are enjoying being his bitch, the party is over, and we will leave.