While I could understand fantasy, my being an object for his masturbatory fantasies was a role I was uncomfortable with, at least, while he resided un...er my roof.Now did I buy into all that ‘power-skirt’ stuff he was handing me?That one is a yes and a no.Where I am inclined to agree with him is that while working in the city over the years, I have certainly seen a few females that I would describe as power-skirted, the majority of whom appeared to be some hard-nosed individuals. I can fully. She didnt have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didnt even belong to her. He could give her this. Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt. Do you have a leather cord? He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes hand. One that will fit around my neck? She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and. Coach stood there and watched and I without speaking, I pulled off my shirt, then lowered my pants. I felt so exposed, but also so excited as his eyes poured over me. I could see the lust in his eyes and it was such a huge turn on. I moved towards him and leaned against him, feeling his big arms embrace me. I ran my hands under his shirt and felt his big, manly belly and ran my fingers through his chest hair. He pulled off his shirt and I pulled on his waist band. He undid his pants and let. Me- don’t tell me that can replace a dick.She- This is bigger than most if the Indian men out there.Me- What the fuck! Is this a kid’s tool?She- Jealous of this long thing?Me- Why would I be jealous? I have a monster can satisfy anyone on earth.(I could see the desire in her eyes.)She- You never said that.Me- Did you ever seem interested?She- I thought I will enjoy it to the fullest after marriage. I didn’t know I would get an incompetent guy.Me – Have me or watch me as I go (wink).I tried to.