Not me, and you don't need to ask for permission to be in control. The other thing is, YOU NEVER have to ask for permission to control your own body. ...ny man who makes you do something like that is no man and deserves to be horsewhipped."For some reason that got Cindi giggling, and it wasn't long before Brenda was giggling with her.They gang tackled me, giggling, poking me and each other, and generally letting off steam. We laughed and played for a good ten minutes, before Cindi parked herself. He would have full run of the house and this wasn’t difficult at first. But soon Lone Star was diving and landing on Numchuck’s back. Or on my head. My Camo Baseball cap would be like a magnet for his clumsy landings. As he got around more and more he began pecking everything. Especially my hat or the dogs. For being so small this little bird was afraid of nothing. Wings flapping with flashes of white all through the house. We were able to pin him up and close the door when guests came to. He chose to ignore my comment, probably because He stood above my pathetic,but - I promise - unintended, fishing for compliments. "I prefer to have my business conversations in a relaxed atmosphere, isthat alright with you?" He asked again, still behind me, I turned aroundand smiled relieved, that was indeed an idea to my liking. "Sure!" I replied simply and even managed to elicit a small, softlyamused smile from His lips. "Good, then you can just..." He paused for a second and opened thedoor. For five minutes I continued that exercise until the last time I lifted myself up and held myself there as Vikki maintained her hold on my cock and wanked it with a slow and rhythmic motion that spread my pre-cum all over my cock. Then after about a minutes break I lowered myself down again ready to go again. And just as I did I heard... "Gee I don't know if I could sit where Vikki is, but if I had a cock like that within reach and the prospect of having my pussy licked I reckon I would give it.