All her power resides with the ability to put me under, to control my mind. Otherwise, she is powerless."You cannot stop me, Miss Vixen," I tell her."...h?"That single syllable rivets my attention on her. My breath catches. She's beautiful. The vids don't do her justice. Midnight-black hair done in gentle waves over her shoulders and down her back. Shapely body wrapped in a tight red blouse, the buttons seemingly about to pop off over her bosom. Hip-hugging skirt. Silky black stockings that wrap. "I just want you to give him a little head." What?" she gasped; sure she had heard him wrong."It's not like you've never given a blow job before," he clarified. "And I have to say, you are good at it."Michelle's normally pale face turned a bright crimson as her temper fared to a level she hadn't reached since she was twelve. All the nights she had laid awake planning how special she wanted this to be, and now Bobby expected her to act like she was some cheap hooker."Are you out of your fucking. I stood ballet dancer style, with hands joined above my head and flexing my leg muscles as I straightened both legs with them slightly apart. My penis was pointing straight out and up. I was in my natural state. It felt so good. The girls were looking at me more intently now. I turned slowly, displaying all of my nude figure. I was fully owning my sexuality.Just then Jenny appeared.“Oh, Angel! Well just look at you! Ooooh – aren’t you big! I think you had better come with me for your massage!”. ’ I bounded ahead of her as she moved to the door, opening it wide, as she stepped lightly through. A small cafe across from the University, offered a quiet setting for private conversations. The booths were in the high old style. They were likely actual antiques from years past. As we slid into the booth, and ordered the hard core espresso, we became settled, and it seemed a more relaxing, informal way of conversing. Politely, I asked if I might call her Louise, and she replied, ‘Anyone who.