I can taste my precum on her tongue, and then she tells me how much she loves the way I taste. I put my hard cock away and we agree to go inside for a...drink. When we open the door we see that the bar is packed! There are people dressed up and drinking already and it's only noon! We squeeze our way to the bar and order a couple of drinks. With the bar being so packed we are forced to be pressed up against each other. It's turning us both on even more as I feel her grinding up against me,. By the time I got back to Horace's, I had managed to gather up the other half of my usually friendly human nature so I greeted every one with a smile and a wave. I grabbed a complimentary copy of the Manatee Bay Monitor and slid into my usual booth."Hi, Mabel ... I'll have two eggs, over easy, three slices of breakfast sausage, a toasted bagel with butter, a cup of your paint stripper and a spare cup. Please."After passing the order slip to Horace, Mabel came back with the coffee pot and the. "Sure. Like what?" Just the tone of voice she had used, along with my own response was like this secret signal we had whenever we were about to share something that we both knew without going into specifics, was to remain a well-guarded secret between us.I remember her grinning, wickedly I might add. A look on her face I honestly don't recall ever seeing before. Not like this one anyway. She walked over to stand directly in front of me. And as she did that, she reached down and started rubbing. Don't hurt her.And for the first time, I heard his voice in my head, as plain as if there'd been another person in the room.Dick's voice.Shut up, you little pussy. I'm tired of sitting around waiting for your fat ass to get a chubby. Hurting her is the whole fucking point. How else am I gonna get you to let go?No. If you do this to her, I'll never let you go.Fuck you. You're not the boss of me anymore.I looked down in horror, through Dick's eyes now. As she struggled, her beautiful brow.