Her chest heaved with large, heavy breaths. "What do you want to do next?" she said. "I usually take control when I'm with a woman, but tonight is abo...t fulfilling your fantasies. What do you want to do?" I responded. "I, well . . ." "Go, on don't be embarrassed." "I could try going down on you." "Okay, but is that what you want?" Candy nodded her head. Then she leaned in and kissed me again. Her hand fumbled near my waist for my shirt, grabbed it, and pulled at it. We broke our kiss so she. That would please her very well." I thought as I headed over to the closet, tail high up just as she liked it, careful not to trip on my chain, and glanced at the clock and sighed, "Just 1 hour" then opened the door. There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the wood of the chest with leather strips wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it. In order to make things easier for me, Jason lay back, enabling me to bring my feet up on the bed so I was crouching over him and watching myself in the mirror as I bounced slowly up and down on his cock, holding my balls up out of the way so I could see better. Unfortunately, as I wasn't used to being in this position, my thighs were not strong enough to keep going for long, so I had to get off.Jason took the opportunity to get a little bottle of poppers out of the drawer next to his bed and. We were hanging out at his place again that weekend, but most unusually, it was just the two of us. Beer pong with just two people just doesn’t have the same attraction as playing in a group, so instead, we played shot-for-shot. He didn’t realize it, but about half of the shots I was taking were water, so while he was getting wasted, I was staying reasonably sober.By around midnight, he was ready to call it a night. He was pretty wasted, but definitely in control of himself, and probably not.