I whispered, "What are you still doing here? You should be home in your own bed."He stood and put his arm on my shoulder, leaned down and quietly said... "I just want to make sure you're okay. I called in his plate number before we got here, and if he's doing anything stupid the cops have him by now."I stood on tiptoe and kissed Donny on the cheek. "Thank you for staying."He blushed, and in his best John Wayne accent, said, "Aw, shucks, ma'am. T'wern't nothin'."The laugh was a tension breaker,. I carefully walked around the front of my vehicle and examined the ground.I could see where he had crawled over the gutter and disturbed the dry leaf matter. I stepped carefully and tracked his movement back to the left side of the lorry. I took a couple of stills as I moved around. I looked back at my light post and determined that while I had been blinded, he had snuck around behind me.Being covered in matte black clothes, he had blended in with the shadows. The ringing in my ears and my own. Quite often I find myself thinking and having wonderfully "naughty" fantasies about some of the things we both experienced and that we talked about wanting to explore and experiment with both in and out of the lifestyle. While we did enjoy swinging/swapping for several years there were things we often talked about wanting to try and experience including, but not limited to group sex, interracial, and some of the milder aspects of BDSM, We also talked about how hot we thought it would be for me. It says, “I am a dominant woman.” I like that.’ Greta smiled and placed her glass carefully on the small table beside her chair, stood and came to stand behind me. She untied my hair and stroked it so it fell beside my face. Her left hand cupped my chin, lifting and turning it so my face was looking up at hers. She kissed my mouth, firmly and I responded, my lips opening and welcoming her tongue. She was gentle but firm. As we kissed, her free hand ran down over my breast and palmed my.