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or perhaps Jean and Margi had come to some trust or understanding while I'd been talking with our mom because she didn't demure at all. Sliding up toward them, my own legs splayed, Margi lifted her's and dropped her thighs over mine. In turn, my legs were draped over Jean's. My dark adaptation and the candle light enabled me to appreciate the furry core of Margi's pelvis in the process. "Hmmmm, nice, Margi." "Are you commenting on Margi's pussy, Billy?" Margi gasped and I felt her trying to close her legs, but she was stuck in an open and exposed position. Not waiting for a reply, Jean went on, "Tell Billy what you told me a few minutes ago, Margi." "Oh, I couldn't . . ." she began but was cut off by Jean immediately. "Sure you can, girl." Jean cupped both her breasts in her hands and rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She then turned her attention to me. "I'll start." she began. "Margi has always wanted to acknowledge her body as well as her sexuality. She told me that making out in the dark is fun certainly, but not exciting. She's attracted to the excitement. Aren't you, girl?" Margi glanced at me and then tried to look up at Jean but couldn't manage fully. Jean nudged her again and she nodded. "Aren't you?" prompted Jean. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I love the excitement." "And?" "And . . . I'm too embarrassed to ask for it." Patiently, "For what, Margi?" "For someone to tell me what to do." she said softly and then gaining some confidence, added in a louder voice, "I want to do things. All sorts of things, you know - sexy things - but I'm too shy. It's not that I don't want to try things, everything, it's that I'm so embarrassed. If someone, you, *makes* me do things . . . well, then I can't refuse. It's like it's not my fault. Then it's OK. Know what I mean?" "Good, Margi. Now let me ask you this. Are you willing to tell Billy what are deal is?" Margi nodded, studying the rug in front of her, not looking up. "ARE you, girl?" Jean nudged her again. Margi suddenly looked up at me and stared for a long moment before saying, "Yes, I am." I touched her for the first time. I placed my hands on the tops of her thighs and slowly stroked up and down. "Then tell me, Margi. What's the "deal' - the one you've made with Jean. I'd like to hear you tell me." She took a deep breath and blew it out. Then another before beginning. "I told Jean that I was so excited, so hot a little while ago - when we were playing Truth or Dare - that I would have done anything, and Jean asked, 'Anything?'" She took another breath and continued. "When she asked me that, I was excited and afraid at the same time, but I guess I was more excited then frightened so I said, 'Yes, anything.'" Jean continued to roll Margi's nipples in her fingers. They were swollen and dusky. I hunched a little closer and ran my fingers over the tops of her thighs, ending just an inch away from her public thatch. "Go on," I urged. "She asked me if I'd be your slave for the night, the two of you's slave. I wasn't sure what that meant, but somehow it made me wetter." She looked at me again and asked, "Know what I mean?" "The slave part or the wetter part?" I asked. "Uh . . . I figure you know about the wetter part. I'm horny. But do you know about the slave part? What does that mean to you?" "No, Margi. The real question is: What does that mean to *you*?" She looked down, nibbling on her lower lip and brushed the top of her pubic hair with her fingers. "Well, I *think* it means that I have to do what you tell me to do, that I have no choice." I traced a line across the top of her pubic bush, meeting her hand in the process. She started to pull away but I grabbed her hand and pulled it back to the top of her pussy and held it there. "Margi, it's important to know that you *do* have a choice. You always do. This is a game. That's all it is. And in this game, we play that you're a slave, our slave, and that you have to do the things we say. Keep in mind, if you agree, we'll expect you to keep your bargain. We'd never hurt you, but we might embarrass you and we just might make you even hornier. But you do have a choice. Do you understand that?". |