Gloria, climbed into bed and kissed my forehead. Michael, I want you to sleep alone tonight and think it all over. I got up and went to my Part 3 As I...lay in bed, I reviewed the day's events over and over in my mind. It became clear. I could live with the sexual demands Gloria made upon me and even the petty services, such as bath duties and fetching things, but two things concerned me. I could not accept being made to service Gloria in front of other men and more importantly, I could not live. I went dressed as Vinnie Vega from Pulp Fiction. My friend, who hosted the party, was dressed as a suicide bomber. The less said about that the better. He had a work friend named Jess, a stunning burnette with pert titties and a killer body. She was dressed as Xena, the warrior princess. I always had a thing for Xena, as many times I'd do a google image search, find a good one, and just jerk off until my hand was sore. Jess was really a stunner and pulled the Xena look off well. Why everyone. There had been so much between the two of them, none of which should have elicited these feelings. But still... Her train of thought was cut short when he walked back into the room. He stopped when he reached the side of the bed and knelt down to look at her. For almost half a minute they each stared. He loved the look of her this way, completely under his control. He would have her begging for him by the end of the night. The two of them sweating, screaming, gasping for air. He reached over. She bite her lips giving me signal that she liked my look at her boobs. She was wearing low cut top and her cleavage was visible. We had discussion and then she took me for lunch. We were sitting side by side as table for only two was available. She was touching me. Her closeness had already given me erection and I had to position my rod again and again. She noticed it and was smiling. After some time she started touching my thigh and then put her hand on my zip. This gave me shivers in my.