She felt, simply said, at home.
Feeling Mal’s breath on the back of her neck, she laced a hand behind her allowing it to drape across the back of his shaved noggin, as Mal whispered.
“It’s not like the movies. All that crap about woman calling their men “Master” and the men calling their woman “Slaves” and “Submissive” and “Dominates” that’s all nonsense, all of that dungeon stuff, silly stuff really.”
Watching the girls having fun boogying on the dance floor and turning her gaze to the naked girl with the pink hair and the girl that had asked Mal for permission earlier to romance his girl sorta arguing at the bar, Mandal whispered.
“I’m okay, right Mal…I’m very attracted to some of these girls. A little confused…Who are these people?”
Holding her around her waist from behind, he cont
