Why had Gary?He was submissive--but what did that mean? He liked to please. He hatedto say no. He wanted to be popular. All his life, he'd wanted othe...s tolike and to accept him. He was acquiescent, compliant, obedient--in aword, submissive. Although these words defined him perfectly, Gary hadlong pretended otherwise, claiming that he was rebellious,insubordinate, resistant, and, if not dominant, assertive. His behaviortoday, in this motel room, with Russ, showed which of these two versionsof. She closed her legs, made a face and said “I want to blow you!” I gladly obeyed her, brought her down on the floor, and she stared at my cock lustily and started sucking it in long, languorous strokes. This time, she deep throated me without choking and I could feel her tight throat muscles on my cock.She removed it from her mouth, gasping for a breath and sucked me some more. She played with my balls, swallowed them and cradled them; I went weak in the knees and felt ready to cum, God! Where. When they climbed the stile to walk the short slope through the wood, Amelie took KG’s arm for support. She wanted him to feel her closeness, to smell her scent, and begin to become emboldened as to physical contact. When they walked through the kitchen door, Amelie kicked off her shoes and pulled her shirt out of her jeans waistband. “Time to get comfy,” she said, “I’ll get some wine, you go and sit down by the phone.” The grandfather clock in the lounge began its chimes and the phone rang. KG. ”“Don’t worry; Linda would have my ball on a platter if she even knew wewere naked in front of each other.”Keisha went into the garage and sat on the bed. I came up to her and Igot right up on her face. She backed away a little and took out thetape. She did her best not to touch my cock but I kept flexing it.Making it hard for her to measure. She finally took a hold of it in oneof her hands.Wow what a feeling. I didn’t expect what happened next. Instead ofmeasuring it, she started to stroke my.