Apparently they were openly dating guys. If other females were involved it was extremely discreet.Isobel heaved a sigh after Pam left. What WAS she go...ng to do about that young woman? She hoped it wouldn't be too long before she found out.The following Friday afternoon turned into was one of those days when nothing went right. Everyone was stumbling, running into each other and milling around. The workouts seemed stale and no one was profiting much by them. Isobel finally called everyone. Claire reacted immediately each time, pushing up gently to meet my touch, breathing deeply.I’d had a few occasionally interactions with other women, always though in the company of Phil. I’d never really before craved female company but with Claire it was different. The girl was in her early twenties when we first met, a very submissive personality that always wanted to please.I’d never really considered myself as a dominant, when with men I always wanted them to be in charge. Probably if I’m. ’ He immediately agreed, ‘No they aren’t. Each are different but you,’ he leaned back with his eyes focused heavily on her expression, ‘You are remarkably unique. You are unlike any one of them which is pleasantly refreshing.’ ‘So, you paid them,’ she spoke his statement then blatantly asked, ‘You tied them in all those positions then fucked them?’ He was truly amused by her blatant and quite colorful question. He eagerly answered, ‘Only three.’ She was surprised and stated, ‘Three, wow. I. She knew what he wanted -- and she knew what the correct answer would do to her husband. She looked at Steven and saw the pain of his understanding. She let her lips curl up ever so slightly and felt the sweet, seductive rush move through her as his eyes portrayed the fresh, sharp pain of her imminent betrayal."I am your slut, Daddy Louis. You are my Master." Her voice was soft and smoky and she sounded like she was born in an old jazz piano bar. She felt the heat of their eyes on her engorged.