Three beers and a steak sandwich had accompanied my afternoon in the pub. I went into the salon to pick up Michelle, found a seat in the waiting area ...nd reflected on what my weekend had turned into. My thoughts were disturbed by the hostess calling me by name to get my attention."Mr. Baker." I looked up but said nothing, waiting for her to continue."Mr. Baker." She repeated, in a slightly less patient tone. I looked straight at her and she was obviously trying to tell me something with her. "Water?" you ask. I nod. You bring the cup to my lips again. I sip. And swallow. I look up at you through my tears. Pleading. I can sense you hesitating. "More", you say neutrally. I know you're not talking about water. I nod my assent. You place the cup down, and walk back. My wrists and my legs are painfully stretched, but I try to tilt my spine and present my buttocks by way of invitation. My buttocks open slightly. I'm prepared and ready. Mounted and displayed. I have never felt so. I ain't want uh submissive woman. Submissive men? Oh hell yeah, I love that." He smiles in memory. "Remind me ta tell you about Brandon." He frowns, "But I have never liked submissive women; they piss me off. You want me, you don't want me, I don't care but tell me. Clearly. I don't care if you rip my shirt off or if you tear out my eyes, I don't want you to ever just lie there and submit to me."I look at his face. He's so earnest; so straightforward and open. Behind those dark brown eyes,. N loving his touch ..he then slowly put his hand inside my shorts .. n slowly stroked my penis .. up n down .. wow that felt great .. i couldnt explain the sensation .. but it felt great out of the world ..."you like it ? "i was too tranced in the sensation to answer anything other than the sound " ahh "he smiled n slowly opened my shorts ... he then asked me ... " can i suck it ? "i was hesitant at first .. but then he stroked the tip of my penis a few times .. n i was in no position to say.