I couldn't wait any longer, but it was like somehow he was holding me back even though he had the lightest touch. I let him lead since I was basically...helpless. He slowly pulled off my shirt and started to caress my breasts. He let me unclip my bra. My bra fell to the floor giving him full access to my breasts. His mouth went to work making me shudder at the way his tongue whipped around them. He had to hold me up because his touch was making me unable to stay standing. He laid me down on the. TV also had The Go-Jos in the 60s, Pan's People in the 70s and 80s, and later Legs & Co, and I'd enjoy the same pants-spunking when those girls were dancing, plus now I've got quite a lot of video of them too. But there were no video recorders in the RSG days, so that's a distant memory now. In the early 70s, I discovered that there were go-go dancers in pubs. I started to do the rounds, not really believing I would see anything, and I was in the Green Man in Leytonstone when I heard the DJ. Dad runs his own business in a foreign country. He visits us every 3 months, or we visit him when we find the time. Mom is a housewife from the last 5 years. She resigned her job as a beautician with one of a giant business chains. By now, you have a rough idea about my family. Let me tell you a little more about my mom. She is 44 years old. A typical Indian woman, born and brought up in a wealthy family. She was the only girl child. She was pampered by my grandma. She was let to choose her. I had a client that liked that, and it didn't do anything for me. Fighting for dominance and control, on the other hand, really torched my panties." So, you want to force..."She vehemently shook her head. "No, I'm not into being the rapist, either. I'm talking about wanting sex, and then vying for control with your partner, trying to be the one who dictates the pace, the way it happens."I let out a relieved breath. "That's kind of like domination. You're talking about more of a mental.