So I have been 'tasked' with the telling of this part of our story. The fucker does have a sense of humor, you have to give him that. He is so infuriating sometimes.
I have zero doubt it is to simply make me reveal all of my insecurities and praises of him, which he can then rub in my face like a dirty pair of panties, that has compelled him to make me take over this part of the tale.
Oh yes, he likes to rub my juice soiled panties in my face. My onus in life is that I love it when he does such things, the more debauch the better.
I bet he didn't mention that he does that in his 'interpretation' of our story, or maybe he has I wouldn't know, because I haven't been 'allowed' to read any of it yet.
But I digress. You are not here to listen to how much Mr Danvers finds ways to drive me to insanity. I suspect you are interested to learn what happens next with his 'harem', for lack of a better term.
As luck would have it, Helen and Amanda had decided they wanted to explore each other on their own once we explained the addition of Dora.
Helen is head over heals enthralled with Amanda and Amanda is extremely receptive to Helen and her strap on cock, which incidentally was very near in size to David's cock. But they agreed they wanted to continue to hang out with us, just not sexually for now anyway.
In the beginning, David was continuing his exploration of me during our days at work, and began his exploration of Dora at her home a couple of nights a week. We all continued to meet on Thursdays at the bar.
I adored work days. He would tease and taunt me with that big cock of his and that stupid ass grin, always knowing I would spread my legs for him in the end. I loved the chase or the battle if you will. He would get me so wet with anticipation and always fuck me into submission and/or ecstacy.
Our personal concierge had called David to let him know an opportunity had arisen. A luxury suite in Miami was paid for and available to us for a weekend as was Dora's husband's boat.
We were all excited at the prospect. He would only agree if myself and Dora agreed to let him choose our outfits for the entire weekend. Dora agreed immediately, I hesitated because I knew he had some sinister plan in that demented mind of his.
Everyone was pissed I didn't agree right away but he didn't seem to mind at all. Telling me it was my decision and he would respect whatever I chose, but nobody was going if I wasn't.
I was at my desk thinking that this is how it always was with him. He would give you what you wanted or needed but it always came at a cost or a sacrifice of some kind. Why that turned me on so fucking much I had no idea. I knew I would give in. I wasn't going to ruin the trip for everyone, as I'm sure the cocky shit knew as well, and as he seemed to enjoy himself when I struggled so much, I might as well make the little shit happy.
I asked him to come to my office.
"Okay," I said.
"Okay, what?"
"I'll wear whatever you choose."
"I'm shocked, Ms Johnson."
"You aren't shocked in the least."
"I suppose I'm not. What is it that has you so worried?"
"That you will parade me around in something a young woman in her twenties should be wearing."
"Or nothing at all," I added.
