Shit, damn, hell and fuck, what a dunce! According to one of the manuals I had downloaded from the 'Net' last night, one in a series called "Dominatio... for Dummies" I think, or "SDBM for Dyslexics" maybe, it had said to never allow the submissive get the upper hand. I was supposed to turn any smart-ass banter to my advantage.Of course, as I had browsed through the manual, I realized I had pretty much broken every rule in it already, and I had only been a Dom for less than 24 hours at that. "Can I get you a drink?"They went to the kitchen."You know how to hurt a girl, don't you," she teased.She and Rob clinked glasses. "I realized after a while that you were more interested in... shall we say another type?"Laura flushed but tried hard not to show it. "What do you mean?"Rob grinned, as friendly as ever, not censorious, just quizzical. "Oh, I saw how you looked at that beautiful thin black woman who was Bob Scheinbaum's secretary."Laura turned her face away so as not to betray her. Trying not to touch her skin even though this was the one thing he wanted to do he try ed to remove the bottle from between her legs. He knew that the moment he touched her she would wake up and his devious act would be discovered. More than anything he wanted to see her pussy. John had fantasied about her pussy since they first started talking and he had become obsessed with seeing it. After a lot of back and forward movements he managed to release the bottle from her grasp. As he pulled it. We decided to go into a secluded room in the very back of the store which had a lock and only way to get in was with a key which I had. I went in and she quickly followed. She took her pants off revealing her neon pink thong which you could barely see because her fat ass was swallowing it. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hard long cock as she smiled from ear to ear and said, “I knew it.” I proceeded to unbutton her shirt and unleash her huge tits. I sucked them like my life depended on.