The reality was, I didn’t want to back out of it. ‘Yeah, there is. She wasn’t always like this. When we were dating, she would wear some pretty ...isqué clothing. And when she was younger still, early twenties or so, she was even more open.’ ‘Well I can work with that.’ He said. ‘Are you sure you want me to do this, to break her current mould and turn it around? Are you sure you want to let her loose in here with this group of people? To let her into a potential orgy?’ I just nodded and looked. Yes yes. Mmmm fuck me. Niki is good. Right Sir?. She’s so good for you?”“Yes. Niki is good, very good” Peter said, encouraging her, complimenting her, helping her to embrace that side of her.“Niki? You never even told us your name. You want to cum again don’t you? I bet you want to cum a lot. Fuck my hand Niki. Slut. Fuck it. Make yourself cum like a bitch in heat. God she even has a plug in her ass Alex! Fucking slut. Making me think you might be in trouble. Making me worry about you when all. Okay, I was an ambitious man these days, but my ambitions lay elsewhere. Flint didn't seem to be a good fit in my mind for that very reason, even before I added Becka to the equation. Added, ha! Becka was not an addition. Addition was too simple an operation to describe her impact on my life. She was the calculus of my existence, the trigonometry of my future.The cold light of day brought Becka back to her senses, or part way back at least. At lunch she told me that while she'd love to move to. He wanted a chance to see Ginnyagain although it didn't mean they would be left alone again. Mark said he had to goand told Jim that he could come back next weekend to finish the project if he wanted. Jim agreed.All week all Mark could think of was Ginny and how he could get her alone in the houseagain. When Friday rolled around Mark said he would come over mid-morning in the hopesmaybe Jim would offer to go buy them some lunch and leave him alone with Ginny.Mark rang the doorbell at Jim's and.