We haven’t had sex yet because I didn’t want to just have sex, I wanted to make your fantasies come true.” This was more than I think I’d eve... heard her say at once, but I was loving listening. “Do you have fantasies about me?” “Oh my God,” I said, “so many. I’ve been dreaming about being with you ever since you first giggled at my stupid jokes in that bar.” She giggled a little here, remembering how we met. “When I tell you to turn on the lights, I want you to explore your fantasies. . I let my feelings for you cloud my judgement and allowed you to run the show when it should have been me calling the shots.??What???I should have seen it years ago,? she went on, overriding me. ?You’re a born follower. An underling. Someone who needs to be told what to do and when and how to do it. When you knelt in front of me and worshipped my pussy simply to try and get your own way it all became clear to me.??Really?? I said with sarcasm. ?An underling, you say? A follower??Her eyes did not. Time to put her to the test. This was far and away the biggest dick shes ever sucked. Twice the length of mine, and WAY thicker, this wouldn't be an easy dick for her to suck. But it appeared she was adamant!She was literally drooling all over his big black dick. Spit was running down his dark cock, to his balls, as well as down her chin and dripping onto her tits. I could tell she was putting everything into sucking his cock. She forced as much as she could down her throat, face fucking it. I had her put her hands on the table in front of us. I placed my hands over hers and called her princess. I could see in her eyes that she had not ever been addressed in that manner in public. She smiled like a shy teenager. I ordered her drink (decaf as she was already shaking) and we talked for some time. Let’s call her Brenda for this story.It was time for us to leave when Brenda asked if we could meet again. I never addressed her by her birth babe. I only called her ... sweetie... or.