As Dr. Richards had told my wife, after a while the d**g in the pills would condition me to be comfortable around her studs without me being given the...d**g.When my wife revealed the good news that I didn't need the pills anymore, my first reaction was that it was underhanded and outright trickery to d**g me without my knowledge. However, I had to admit that my wife was right. The d**g had helped me be a better FOOL than had I not been given them. Besides, it was a moot point now that I'd. Helen was also starting to flirt more openly with my friends, probably because of their obvious advances towards her. She would touch or rub up against them at the slightest opportunity and had started to let the straps on her swimming costume drop as she sun bathed leaving her breasts exposed almost down to the nipples. The guys couldn't take their eyes off her. It was Ben who asked her to rub some lotion on his back. He stood facing the pool as she worked the lotion into him and when she had. .... How are you and Bailey?" I hear a hint of resent in the voice, almost longing. "We are good! I'm thinking about getting her a promise ring. I still have to go to her dad, but I think it will work out. We still have that agreement going on. I think she's going to "hang out" with Andy later today." Andy was one of my good friends, and I trust Bailey with him. Red hair, 6'3" just a good guy. "So, do you feel like "hanging out"? I'm not the most attractive girl but I try." Ok. Wasn't expecting. A bit sharp at the edge.”“That’s by design, of course. Keep your pussy lips spread and your cunt right on top of the edge, and it will get a lot sharper. But you know that you can get off at any time, right? That would end this interview immediately, and you could not become one of my slaves then, but you can get off the horse at your discretion.”“I know, Sir. I’ll stay.”“Good. But keep in mind that the point of this interview is for me to get to know you. Your sexual past, your BDSM.