.and the swampy smell of a cock...and the incredible feeling of filth while on her knees doing the dirty.She lived in a mansion...removed from her nef...rious activities...and ventured out when the urge came upon her. She was thirty two years of age, blond, voluptuous, and beautiful...with an uncanny resemblance to any one of several legendary moviestars...in manner and appearance.Her personal physician was well aware of her secret life...and despite his constant reservations, was the overseer. More than that I felt a tingling sensation in my loins and knew that this wasn't going to end with us going out to dinner. Hell we probably weren't even going to get out of the room. He cupped my breast and gently squeezed and I wanted to just melt into his arms."Sara did you like what you saw? I mean you were masturbating and watching me stroking my cock, did you like it?"I didn't know what to say and between the alcohol and my sexual fantasies I just stood there and decided not to say. This causes them to feel shy and inadequate around women and other men who appear confident and cocky. A beta male is the type of submissive who is submissive because it is all he deserves. He may have a desire to be useful and to be of service, but it does not drive his submission. His submission is driven by a desire to be humiliated and to be used (different then useful).A beta male does not deserve to have relationships with women in which normal sexual activities take place. Nor does he. I want to find a place we can go this evening.”She looked a little puzzled until I winked at her.“Okay,” she said, and kissed my cheek, which made that part of my face surprisingly happy.I watched her butt as she followed the baggage trolley to the lift, then turned back to the clerk once more, who was holding out a brochure.“There’s a guest appearance by an Eastern European youth orchestra playing tonight sir, if you enjoy the classics. They’ve had very good reviews.”“I do,” I said, reading.