I had no control. he had all the power and he was dominating me. every time i tried to pull forward to "run" he would pull my hair and body even close.... his large cock hurt, im not used to taking something that big. He said "stop running bitch" and i squirmed and said "i cant". He took his hand and slapped the side of my face really hard. he said "take it bitch" then slapped me again. i could feel the blood rushing to the slap and knew my skin was turning red. he slapped my ass the same way but. Like... I don't know... sorta like I'm not alone or something. Or like... Yeah... Like its rubbing my chest like my mom does when I'm sick or something. And there's... there's something else... " I said concentrating on it.He waited patiently as I reached out with my mind to touch it. There was something being emitted from the strange red coin. Something which had a physical shape to it. Then I realized there was not one, but many different feeling shapes, almost like... "Symbols! It's shouting. Shirl told him that the bartenders were fighting over shifts. Consensus was that the downstairs bar would generate more tips, but the upstairs bar should do nicely according to the experienced manager.Scott didn't have much to do with the Black Horse's transformation. He made sure the money was available, and sat back to let Shirl work her magic. By far, the best perk of ownership was the invitation to sample the menu the recently hired head chef was assembling. All agreed the food was a. He wanted to go on camera but I explained that I was smoking and it had a rather unusual side effect, he laughed his socks off (he would have if he had any on) when I told him of my erection issues, “Chad” he said, “The body is a beautiful thing in whatever state it is in” which was such refreshing words, “Hell” he continued, “I am 70 and it still happens to me” he continued.We started our cameras and I was surprised at how fit he looked for his age, we were both sitting at desks so the.