.." I was kneeling on the edge of the tub -- which wasn't comfortable. Karen was leaning forward to let me work."This is better done on a massage tabl...," I told her. "It's kind of painful here. Why don't you let the water do its work and if you want that rub we'll do it after?" Okay." Settle back..." I reached under her arms to collect her breasts while pulling her back against the tub."You sneak." She wasn't complaining."Yeah, I'm evil." I let go reluctantly and circled around to slide into. With a great gasp, she came, grinding her fanny against him as she grasped his hips.Still breathless after her orgasm, she gasped, “I think he’s ready. How do you want him to take you?”Without replying I lifted myself onto my knees, my face buried in a pillow and my fanny in the air. He took the hint and knelt behind me, thrusting himself into me. He gripped my hip with one hand, wrapping my hair around the other and pulling my head back. He fucked me, hard, his strokes getting quicker, deeper. “Yeah, go ahead,” she says, trying to balance out the sarcasm in her voice. “Something to drink?”“No thanks,” Summer says. “But you can sit down by me.” She pats the empty cushion next to her. “Come on,” she says when she sees Beth’s reluctance. “I do not bite.”Beth bites her lip. She isn’t into women—at least she doesn’t think she is. Sure, she finds members of the same sex attractive. But to sleep with them is something totally different. Isn’t it? She shrugs. What can it hurt? If something. The band, five guys in blue blazers, announced the title of their latest hit, "Dangerous Game." Appropriate title, I suppose, for a BDSM club, Jack thought. The song was a catchy bossa nova tune.He listened to the band for a while, then, beer in hand, he proceeded to explore the club. It was only about 10:00, so he followed the blue line to the slave auction. He was still working up the guts to sell himself to someone for a night. As he walked in, he took a flyer and read it over. It explained.