It turned out both girls liked S&M and were very submissive. Over time I became a sort of middle man in trying to hook them up. Due to them both being...submissive, I suggested if they got together, Amanda's husband could tell her what to do, in a sense making her behave dominant. I then told the writer she should come up with story of what she imagines what would happen in this case. This is what she wrote. It's all her, I only helped proofread and minor edits.Enjoy! The Encounter: A short. Both are topless and the creamy white sides of her breasts are pressed firmly against his naked chest. We are so close that as they turn, I can read the label on the back of her 502 cutoffs, a 24-inch waist and what was once a 26-inch inseam."Can't they see us?" Laura asks."Not with their lights on," I tell her. "But you know, I like what they are doing." I lift Laura to her feet and pull off our shirts before wrapping the blanket back around as we sway together in the moonlight."Mmmmm," she. "Good girl," he said as he approached her from behind ripping her stockings and underwear off. "What are you doing?" Quiet. Talk again, and this will be worse for you." She wished she could see what else he was doing.Without warning, she felt him slap her ass. "I want you to count to ten. Understand?" Yes sir," she said. He slapped her again. "Two," she said."Wrong. That's one." But you..." He slapped her harder."Count right, or the belt comes off." He slaps her again. Carly had no idea if she. Simone's delicate fingers combed back several sinuous tendrils of chestnut hair heckled by the sultry breeze. She retied the errant locks back into their satiny restraint. The ends of her burnished hair reached nearly to the gentle curve of her hips. She liked to keep her hair tied back loosely at her nape with the blue ribbon Luke had given her before she went away.Her Grandmere said Simone was born with the gift of inner sight, much like many of the kin of old Pierre LeVay. She was able to.