I couldn't believe what I was about to do. He then dropped his underwear and there was his cock, about 4" long, totally soft, with a little hair above...it and his balls hanging down below. I looked at him and said: 90 seconds! No more. I set a timer on my phone. When it goes off I stop."George just smiled and said if you want to stop after 90 seconds you can.I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I had never done this before, so I just sucked in and held it there. After a. "I…I needed a place to think. I wasn'ttrying to get away." She stalled, trying to come up with some way to explainaway what she had done. She couldn't think. The shock of finding herself at his feet again was toomuch. Once again she was completely within his power, lying at his feet stripedand bound, helpless, open and vulnerable. He could do whatever he wanted andshe had no way to stop him. No matter what she did he was always a step ahead. "Don't lie to me. One more time, were you trying to. And then, as soon as I realized that, I recognized something else. Minda’s breasts were squished up against my back. I could feel her nipples, stiffening with arousal, pushing into my skin. This was turning her on, too. “Minda,” I said, “do you–” The phone rang. We both jumped as if we’d been electrocuted; I stumbled into the closet door frame, she tripped over a bag and fell half onto the bed. I looked up at the clock. It was ten already. “That’s probably Mom,” I said,. Their marriage was an act of rebellion against their wealthy, domineering parents. Plans had already been made concerning their futures by the two fathers that did not have them married to each other written into the script.She inherited stocks in several large corporations, including a large block of Hundley shares from her grandparents. Those were stocks her parents could not touch. One of her possessions was a factory in Iowa that produced beautiful furniture. The factory made modest profits.