You're a submissive guy, do you deny that?" I am a straight guy." And I am a woman." You have to let me go, or this is ****!"She paused for a moment, ...nd backed off a little. I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment."I'm not going to **** you. I'm not going to fuck you until you say you don't want me to" I could not think of a response to this. She was mad. She went to grab something else from under the bed, and I winced in anticipation. She pulled out a bottle of lube, and carefully. Jake Wilson. I forgot and left my cards on my dresser, but they read "Jake Wilson; rescuer of damsels in distress."The scowl on her face softened into a half smile and she said, "And what is it that makes you think I am a damsel in distress?" You have been standing here looking pissed for about five minutes and you haven't taken even one sip of the drink you are holding." I am that obvious?" Indeed you are. What is the problem and how may I assist you?" My problem is that the clown who brought. Then she saw the last item her girlfriend brought over. Shannon didn't remember seeing her place that one in the basket, and she really kept her eyes diverted away from the sales girl while she was ringing all the items at the register. Shannon picked up the black rubber almost acorn shaped toy and examined it. Damn, it must be 4 inches in diameter at the widest point. Carrie noticed the inquisitive look on Shannon's face and offered a quick explanation."That's a butt plug. If all goes well. She was breathing hard and noisily now, as she rode my cock for all she was worth. I watched, somehow detached from the incredible feelings coursing through my body, watching this amazing woman ride me. I could see, even in the dim light her chest darkening as the bl**d flowed through her body. And I could hear her passion building and thought that so could anyone working late nearby. A vision filled my head of a crowd building at the door of the meeting room to watch our coupling, but I could.