Tammy watched as my cock swung under me, Jake's forceful thrusts causing it to swing wildly. He put his other hand at the back of my neck, and chocked...me hard as he pounded my ass for all he was worth. "and we can do anything to you we want?" "Anything" I rasped.Tammy moved up to my face, looking me in the eyes, "you filthy slut! You like my man tearing up your little man pussy, don't you?" "Yes" gasping now. She slapped my face, hard. twice! "You call me Mistress, Slut!" "Yes, Mistress" Jake. I held her and stroked her back as we made out, uncomfortably feeling my cock strain against my jeans. I can’t blame booze, but I was clearly under the influence of something that gave me the courage to reach my hand under the back of Madeline’s shirt, and I could feel her bra strap. She pressed her chest against mine as we kissed, and I could feel her nipples poking me. I needed to touch them, and I slipped my hand around to her front, wedging it between her breast and my chest and cupped her. I never thought about it until weeks later how lame a question it was, “You are still hard?” A now-familiar twinkle sparkled within her gaze. “Would you like to make love to me again?” Yes, you read that right - but more on that later.I nodded dumbly, my head still thick with the reality of my experience. Of course I wanted more! I certainly wasn’t in ‘love’ with this aloof older woman, and years later would contribute that first encounter as closer to being raped than consentual. Though of. We knew we were into a fun night. It was a small party. About 10 guys, 3 women, and 2 cross dressers. My wife immediately hit it off with one of the women and her husband. The four of us socialized. He was very nervous but she was excited to see guys together. She was hoping to get him to open up a bit but just being there was pushing his limits. After an hour or so of talking, we decided to go into the play area.We went into one of the rooms and he closed and locked the door. He wanted it to.