Whitney sensed that something was off when Emily approached. More than her face having strands of cum glistening across her face. Emily and Lea had started some time after Whitney and Lea's drunken fumbling after a volleyball win, and though nothing really serious had happened at the party, she had always felt as though Emily disliked her. This feeling was even more strongly evident here as she wrapped her arm around Lea's naked body possessively and greeted Whitney with an acidic tone.<br/><br/>This sort of event was out of Whitney's depth, but she was no pushover when it came to attitude. Placing her hands on her hips, she did her best to maintain eye contact with Emily despite the lingering cum on the other girls face and responded.  "Hello Emily, I could say the same for you."<br/><br/>She would have said more, but Lea took charge of the situation, commenting on the taste of a strangers cum on her partners tits before pointing out some of the people in the room, introducing the man who had just cum on Emily's face as "Nate" and manuevering her body to bring him into their circle of conversation.  The real surprise came when Lea, slapped Emily's ass with a distinct *CRACK* and commanded her to her hands and knees, comparing her to a dog in heat in an authoritive tone of voice.<br/><br/>THAT. That was what Whitney had wanted to experience when she had first read the groups flyer. Baxter had no trouble taking the lead in their bedroom, but he had never commanded her in that way. Dominated her. She wanted Lea, or Baxter, or someone (Not Emily) to talk to her like that. And at the same time she also wanted to talk to Lea, or Baxter, or even Emily in that fashion and to have them OBEY. Visions of crops, leather straps, and stilleto's flash through her mind, and without thinking, one of her hands brushed over one of her modest breasts over the sports bra, and her sex tingle and moistened.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Across the room Baxter was having trouble taking his eye of off Professor Moore, or "Matty" as she had introduced herself. He had recognized her as an attractive woman when he had taken her Philosophy 101 class, but he had been with and committed to Whitney at the time before they had discussed the idea of sex outside of their relationship. Though the somewhat barren class room, with another man getting blown by a petite Asian girl across the way, wasn't quite the most conducive environment to flirting, especially and older woman, the soft candle light did accentuate Matty's red hair and generous curves.<br/><br/>He still hadn't begun to pleasure himself with his hand and though it was a bit awkward to talk while his cock was out, he made an attempt. "So... how exactly did you come to be invovled in this club Proff... Matty?" he asked. "It doesn't seem like you don't want to be here, so I guess the University didn't force you to be the advisor right?"