Bronwin knew that a PhD meant that Emma was a Doctor. So she really was a professor, it wasn’t just a title for a teacher in a private school or something. Academic cleverness, and business cleverness was something she really admired. She wasn’t  jealous that some people had brains that could do things like that, she knew she’d be bored with doing history all day and writing and learning and never being physical, creating things, or making things work. But she valued it very much, doctors and teachers, accountants, businessmen, they were the people who made things run, did all the difficult things and knew so much.<br/><br/>It was interesting that Richard was once Emma’s teacher, Bronwin wished she’d had teachers as sexy and dangerous as Richard seemed to be. Smiling at the thought, she wished Emma could have been her teacher too, a little instant fantasy running through her head and heating her blood with the two of them ‘teaching’ her and ‘correcting’ her.  Her thoughts ended abruptly at Emma’s revelation that they had been looking for someone to fit into their relationship, and her heat beat faster at the thought, although she wasn’t too sure if she understood her properly and firmly clamped down on the even more complex fantasy that threatened to burst into life - she shouldn’t let her thoughts run away with her, she should concentrate, she certainly didn’t want to offend Emma, not at all.<br/><br/>She was about to respond to Emma’s playful comment, smiling widely at her teasing when Richard himself made an appearance. Bronwin loved that he came sat down with them, although she’d have appreciated to be able to look at him, watch his face and see him as they talked. It was not only exciting, it was comforting that he wanted to be there, with them both, and because of earlier she also felt the intimacy of all three of them on the couch, it seemed right, yes very right.<br/><br/>Bronwin could tell Emma was still being playful when she told Richard her own ‘housey’ comment. But knowing just how important and clever they both were she also wondered if they would think worse of her for it. She was normally very proud of her skills, and they’d certainly seen her in good stead. Normally wherever she worked she was valued, not only her personality and her hard working attitude and friendliness, but most importantly she was dam good at what she did. Her chin came up a little, part of her wanted to boast about her skills, well not boast exactly, but explain them, hope so see some value in their eyes. She told herself not to be so childish, she knew it came from a desire for them to like her, and respect her, for her to have her esteem added to by their recognition of her worth.<br/><br/>Bronwin refused the offer of a refill, she’d barely drunk half her glass. She did drink sometimes, although not often, but hardly ever before a play date, she’d learned it wasn’t safe, and right then she’d really have preferred a soft drink to quench her thirst.<br/><br/>She answered Richard’s question, finding both their eyes on her hers, “Emma hasn’t said much really, only that you were her teacher and it sounded like there was quite a courtship, and of course that you’ve been together quite a while too.”<br/><br/>There were so many questions she wanted ask, especially after Emma’s comment about looking for someone, Bronwin also wanted to ask about tonight and talk about things in general. It was often hard to bring the up basic stuff, she found it much easier if her tops did, and this was a situation that had some more difficult questions too. Part of her quailed at even the thought, while her body wasn’t worried at all, just taught with expectation and excitement.<br/><br/>“She did say you were looking for someone....” her eyes went from one to the other and back, “May I ask, have you often played with a sub together, I mean......” Bronwin blushed a little, she still wasn’t used to talking about some things. “I’m not certain how you are..... well tonight both of you were wearing topping markers, Dom, ones.......... in a threesome, do you take turn taking the lead, is one of you always the most dominant, do either of you switch?” It had seemed to her that Emma was, well not a switch, it was so hard to define, a dominant who subbed to the man she loved... was that right.......?  She just wasn’t sure. She realised she needed to know who was in control, ultimately. She was comfortable being dommed by both of them, even together, she was so very drawn to them both, in every way she needed to be,  but it was something she needed to have a clear view of, her emotions and feelings got so bound up sometimes and she didn’t want to feel uncertain or afraid of not understanding them, either of them.<br/><br/><br/>