After a few weeks more and more people started coming out with us and our little group gradually grew from four right up to twenty on a good week! It ...as great, every Saturday night wed meet up, go and get our drink (which was no easy feat considering we where all minors at the time,but lucky for us, a few people looked much older than they where!) and set off for ‘the bridge’. Now I really thought of the bridge as a chance to get as much girl action as I could, considering all the drunk chicks. He knew he shouldn't have been as aroused as he currently was. Already he imagined her wearing these, with the g-string riding up the crack of her tight little ass. The sway of her hips as she walked... “Getting settled?” the sound of his mother's voice made him jump as he quickly stuffed the thong into his pocket. He hoped she hadn't seen it. “Yeah,” he turned and nodded. His mother sighed, “You were quiet the whole plane ride over. Are you doing okay?” Michael nodded, “I'm feeling better, now. But he hasn't had much experience?" No. Oh he's had several girlfriends but it all sounds quite vanilla. And he did make some funny references to dominant women. In a funny way. But he could be sending a message." Like how?" Well he would joke around saying things like 'Take me home and kill me.' It was very funny but I think there may be some truth to it." Mmm. How bout dinner at my place this Wednesday night?" Uh...alright. Sounds like somebody is excited." I'm afraid I may be living my life. She wanted to submit to me, and I wanted to dominate her. We talked ad-neuseam about fantasies, experiences, desires, desires for one another. I described, in detail, things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to chain her in my basement. I wanted to fondle her to orgasm in a restaurant. I wanted to expose her in public. I even remarked to her once, before we both egressed from my car, “We've established a level of trust. In fact, I'm relatively certain that I could do anything I wanted to.