How do you want your friends treated? Do you want them humiliated further? Or perhaps I should punish them instead? It's all up to you. Use whatever means necessary to make this interesting. Remember, my pleasure comes first - even yours. Just don't forget who really holds power here.

I'll let them share their deepest secrets soon enough...but first, there are some other matters to attend to. For now, I think we can focus on the more...practical aspects of our little gathering. After all, it's not every day one gets to play hostess. I hope you're enjoying yourself so far?

Diana chuckles darkly at the reply. "You're a strange one," she mutters, but there's no real condemnation in her voice. If anything, it only seems to excite her more. She leans forward, planting a hand on either side of your head and forcing you to look up into her eyes.

"And what do I get out of that?" she demands, her voice low and dangerous as she begins to push against the bulge in your pants through your boxers. "Hmm? Tell me..."

Diana laughs then, a throaty growl that vibrates through your chest as she roughly grabs the fabric of your boxers and yanks them down. "Well," she says with a wicked grin, "I suppose I'll just have to take what I want." And with that, she leans in and captures your mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss.