Anything."Oh sweet, tender, pretty baby, there's no place to run to anymore."The voice was very personal, intimately familiar and fatherly. Eachword ...as clear, calm, real and extremely authoritative."I know where you are, who you are, why you are, what you are and howyou are...every last bloody detail of it." The last part was spokenwith a contained anger and meanness which was threatening."I'm sorry"...my small, shaky, delicate, high pitched voice echoed in myhead as I felt my lips. She agreed. Next I told her that I control her orgasms and that she must get permission to cum even with her partner.Our next steps were for her to go to the closet, crawling and retrieve my bag of toys, which she did. I had her empty it on the floor in front of her and when she was slow to do so I slapped her across her right tit and pinched her nipple hard enough to bring forth a small whimper. I had her find the blindfold and the short yellow rope that I would tie her hands with behind her. It wassomething I had not tried before but it would mean I could employ Angelaprofessionally and she could then afford her ticket for the Madonnaconcert.At first Angela was shocked at the idea. "Look Arthur, I know Bruce isgay but I thought you were simply a gentleman. Does this mean you areactually gay?"What a question! I was trying to help her out.... As I said before Idid not really know if I was gay or not but what would I say to Angela?I thought quickly and then confided truthfully. ” The sincerity was so thick in her voice but her words fell on deaf ears as Ryan had no clue about what she spoke of. She looked at him and realised he didn’t know what was about to happen even though he had watched loads of porn, they don’t teach you how to initiate things with a real woman. She rolled her eyes thinking she didn’t come this far for nothing. She sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled over until he was lying flat on is back and she was straddling him.She positioned.