I'm the "guy at a party who is too eager to tell you John Lennon beat women" but for the Kitt/Dean/Newman threesome.

[running into the room, breathless] HE HAD A THREESOME WITH EARTHA KITT AND JAMES DEAN

Hey, the ladies are horny for her too.

You have given this so much thought, Host. How generous of you to allow your guests to take pleasure in what is yours.

As you deserve, reader. How possessive a Mistress you serve, keeping you from the party like this. What will she do with you now that you are spread?

Only lightly? Boo. For such indolence you should be trod underfoot.

Oh reader, I hope she puts you in a posture collar.

Oh! I can only imagine that I would be denied the kindness of cleaning myself off, forced to spend the rest of the night naked and cum-splattered. And yet you say that is only the first punishment...?

Awful! I hope things get better soon! Psychically transmitting warmth your way.

"Why does my chest feel like a chasm? Why do I feel like I'm about to cry?"

It's the estrogen, you dumb bitch.

I am unspeakably envious!!

Can you just imagine? Isn't that a fun little tableau?

Even better if we are being physically forced, rather than just with threats. One maid held down by a guest, keeping her legs splayed, me led by another guest by my hair, my head held against her cunt until they feel I have performed adequately to earn release.

My waist, to feel as though the curve was made for their hand alone.