And Patti felt almost naked without her usual, carefully applied make-up. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in this library. She was on...y here this morning because?That's what was crazy.Patti had come here, looking the way she did, because she had been ordered to do so by a complete stranger. A stranger she had never even seen.She had read several of His stories on a website for literary erotica and found that they resonated with her fantasies of sexual submission. She had. And I never made an effort to strike up a conversation; I had seen enough wealthy New Yorkers, young and old, to know that her pedigree was beyond my means.On Saturday night, I was in Martha's getting dressed in my best for a semi-formal cocktail party that Martha was attending, with me and Ronnie as guests. It was being held by some United Nations bigwig by the name of Carreras, at his posh home in the East 80's. The people I'd previously met who worked with Martha at Columbia would be there,. “I have seen him goon and on for a long time. Ralph is the only man I haveever seen fuck a woman into submission.”“Yea!, well look at the size of that cock. Won’t any ofus touch the sides of that pussy when he is done.” Theother men starred in admiration as Rose was fucked bybig Ralph. Their view was great as they could see herslit opening and moving as Ralph steadily pounded herhole.Rose definitely felt like a slut as she took Ralph’sbest shots. This unnamed. Her eyes travelled searchingly from one to the other of us. Then She nodded. We moved closer. As She had at the dinner table, she moved her eyes from one to the other of us. We wooed The Woman with smiles; contended for Her with light caresses - but only of Her hands, Her arms. Never more than this. For we knew to go closer to her intimate regions without Her invite, before She deemed the time right, might lessen us in her favour, and perhaps provoke a premature retaliation - a direct challenge.