Lie to him. Tell him you’re going to stop, then don’t. Or tell him you’re going to ruin him, then give him a full orgasm. Or congratulate him on...the orgasm you’re about to give him, then “change your mind” and stop for the night. This only works if you also sometimes tell the truth. Once he learns you are unpredictable, his body will naturally prepare for orgasm, (every time!) giving him the rush he craves - while his mind reels in fear of the alternatives. You are fucking his mind, in addition. I don't know if that's a sign for me to go farther, but it's definitely not a sign to stop. I slowly lick and nibble my way down his strong, seductive, sexy jaw to his tempting lips and kiss him softly. I'm surprised, but happy as I feel him kiss me back, but I note the curiosity evident in his kiss. "I missed you," I repeat quietly, "I want to make you happy... As a sort of... Christmas present." I see his smile as he asks, "oh? And what is this present?" I lick my lips then I get on my knees. "Anyway, it's been months since you've been out, Sarah. Not since your boyfriend Mark left you, anyway."Sarah was slightly annoyed at Brenda's remark about Mark, but not for the reason one might expect."He didn't 'leave' me, Brenda; I drove him out by being a first class b-i-t-c-h..."Brenda quickly interrupted Sarah, before the tears could start."Don't go getting all upset and beating yourself up again, Sarah. We're here to have a good time, and eat a meal to die for. I've been told..." Brenda. Drake came quickly. It went all over Hacksaw's face and down his huge tits. He never thought it would stop, but it did. Mr. Drake laid there for a moment and then put his clothes back on. "You were wonderful baby." He said kissing her on the forehead, then slapped her. "But next time, I expect you to be more cooperative." Mr. Drake walked out the door and headed down the stairs. Hacksaw laid there. "this is fucking wonderful!" he said. "I'm stuck in this place, no idea where I am or.