I hollered at them, “Let’s get out of here. Take me to the VA if there is one nearby, or we’ll go to a CVS or Walgreen and get what’s necessar... for Fran to fix me up.”A very big ugly guy in a policeman’s uniform grabbed me, and spun me around. I swept the guy’s legs and went down with him pulling my sidearm from its holster and holding it under his chin. I said, “I’m not sure what your beef is, but you don’t grab me like that and expect to live.”The angry facial expression turned to fear. I. He'd never measured, but he knew the only girl ever to have sucked down the whole thing was the sword swallower at the freak show in last year's county fair. It wasn't just long, either. It was thick, almost so thick that his large hand couldn't close completely around it."Time for a shower," he said quietly to no one in particular.Of course, he was looking forward to some private time with his meat more than anything. He looked longingly where there used to be a door to his room; it had fallen. I even told him that I agreed to go for lunch with him since he was a senior colleague & he had come to Bangalore office for the first time.After this we just had lunch & I was not feeling good after this & so I took an auto & went home.I told about this to my friend & she consoled me & told me not to take it seriously.I did not tell this to my husband.Later that day I got a call, I picked up my mobile & it was him & immediately I asked him how did he get my number & he told me very. He always took something away from me.I had come to the realisation that whatever I wanted, I couldn’t have. I was not in control, he was. He was in total control of me.At first, that realisation scared me, and then, as I analysed it, everything that had happened up to this very moment was always under his control; or hers, if you want to be pedantic.I pushed my head forwards in an attempt to take his cock as far into my mouth as I could. I reckoned that if his hand was behind me, it couldn’t.