That name rang a bell since I remembered Carla talking about a man named Denny that she and Ron had met at a swingers party. I remembered her saying h... had a huge cock.I relaxed a bit and then started to walk back and forth letting Ron and Denny get a good look at me in my pink thong. Denny called me over and started to rub my ass cheeks and said I was one fine piece of ass. Denny was a mountain of a man. He looked like a lumberjack. He was about six feet four and at least two hundred fifty. A quick look to see that the drugged guard dog still slept soundly and she ran back out, reversing her course. The fence locks were no trouble again, and then she idled the car in through the back gate where there were no cameras and parked it back in the weeds in the same spot that she’d removed it from hours before. There had been one camera which was positioned to view the back gate, but the system had been installed by amateurs who’d left the cable in plain view as it ran up the pole. . "So I get to be the Wicked Witch, huh? The evilbitch who makes you cry? Is that it?" You'd never be evil," Davie said. "You'd just be ... in charge. You'dlike being in charge." And you want to be a sugar-plum fairy for as long as I want?" Melanieasked."You're the boss, Melanie." He paused, Then he added, "I mean MissMelanie,"At the sound of "Miss," she grinned, a predatory flash of teeth.In return, he smiled.There might not be many more of those, she thought.* *Melanie and Davie were quiet the. Doesn’t that wine make your thirsty?”, I asked. “Yes, it also made me pretty tipsy, I figured I might as well get tipsy if I was going to have my bush waxed off”, Natalie replied. I said, “Would it be out of bounds if I asked why, you had such a small amount of hair to begin with?”Natalie laughed, “Out of bounds?, Pete we go to sleep together, after having sex for two hours, nothing is out of bounds.”She raised her glass of wine to make a toast, instead she just leaned over and kissed me.