Cut to a sign outside a two-story pub/hotel. A sign indicates that this is the “Springfield Hotel”. Behind the sign, a small carpark surrounded by...trees.Then we’re in a hotel room. Charley walking Linda through the door. This longer look at her confirms that she is a reasonably attractive woman. She’s not so tall, about 5’ 3” at the most, with a snug fitting white blouse that suggests either fake boobs or an incredibly well fitted bra, and a pencil skirt that highlights her curvy thighs and. She then said, “remove your underwear”. I was looking wide-eyed towards her, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was just looking at my dick. Her eyes fixed on it. It was as if she wanted to see it like she has never seen it before.I pleaded with her to let me go, but she wasn’t listening. She asked me again to remove my underwear. This time I did it, I removed my underwear and my cock went flying up. It was totally up, wasn’t as big as it is now, and must have been somewhat around 5″ only. But. The insurance company sent a check for the fire damage. I wanted the carriage house rebuilt in its original style and that cost me extra. I replaced my old car with a new hybrid, and that cost extra too so I wound up spending almost twenty grand over and above the insurance settlement. The good news was that the hundred and eighty days had expired on the cashier's check, so all the money I'd committed for the house minus closing costs was deposited back into my account. I now owned the pace. I'm afraid to answer, not knowing quite what to say, and fearful that if i answer incorrectly that there will be consequences. i say it anyway... "i'm here because i want you to control me, i want to be owned by you and i need You to teach me." You say nothing and i wait, feeling stupid, i must have said the wrong thing. i was being totally honest when i said what i said, and i think honesty counts for something, so i'll take whatever comes of this.You ask me if i will, without question, do.