.. Yes Ill be the ONLY girl you submit to and Ill be your controller, but in terms of a relationship... Wouldnt it be so much better to come home to s...me beefy stud who wants to put you on your knees and give you his fat cock everyday, rather then coming home to some woman you had to settle with and some nag hag wife/gf who doesnt even make your dick hard... Of course it makes much more sense for you to come out of the closet and get rid of the boring fake life you have to pretend to be happy. Her actions, manner of speech, movements, were new, unexpected. Not the comfortable familiarity that are a part of every child's view of what defines their parents. She no longer had doubts that this WAS her mother, at least. Three days together had overcome that. That inner knowledge, though, came with the realization that maybe this wasn't a dream. That, maybe, she really was here. That, maybe ... she wouldn't see Dad again.She had spent her entire life with him, dreaming of her mother. Would. When we walk in there are maybe a dozen men. Some were just watching the movie stroking their hard cocks, a couple were sitting next to eachother stroking the other mans dick and a couple were giving blow jobs to their partners. We sat down around the middle of the theater and my wonderful, kinky man, opens my coat and ties my hands to the arm rests, spreads my legs to the bottom part of the chair and walks away. He goes over to one of the men masterbating and whispers in his ear. The man. Instead, I simply smiled and offered a 'hey' by way of greeting. Giving me a cheeky grin he asked if I would have any objections to him coming closer so that he could continue to enjoy the show. A simple shake of my head was all the permission he needed and he walked over to sit in the seat positioned at the foot of my banana lounge. Once seated I decided if he was after a show, then a show he would get. I removed my bikini bottoms so he would be able to see every stroke and rub that I made. I.