I don't mean in a domineering sense, but in the sense of just making her and myself feel really good when I can handle her body in certain ways.Anyway..., her name was Ts Dominique. We had met off of eros. We did a lot of E-mail and talking on the phone. What she liked most about me was that I wasn't that much older (by 10 years) white man. She told me she had fucked a lot of guys her age, but she was always liked more experienced men. She admitted she was a total slut for a cock and nice tight. I felt a sense of relief and comfort that was new and incredibly joyous. My old fears of who I was or what I might be no longer existed. I had been taught and discovered a piece of my heart and soul in which I was never more at peace with. When Roger said I was his I not only believed him but I realized that I wanted more than anything to be his. It did not bother me how or why either.As long as I was “his” I seemed so happy and so filled with joy. I wanted him to use me and allow my body or. The one between my tits finally loses it. Ican hear him yell as he shifts his weight once again and his cock startsshooting thick, white cum all over my breasts, neck and face. I have never beenso humiliated in my life and when he shoves his rapidly softening cock into mymouth, demanding that I clean it, my tears mix with his semen on my face. No sooner is he out of my mouth than he isreplaced by the next hard, throbbing cock. The man is even more impatient thanhis friend as he grabs my head in. Maybe we’ll know something by tomorrow.”Jeff paused for a couple of seconds as he looked about the room. “Unfortunately, you’re right,” he said as he nodded to the aviator who had spoken. “But ... whether the other two interceptors are ready in time or not, I will wash out any of you that I feel do not meet the minimum requirements. If you can’t go head to head with Arlene and Ann and do reasonably well, then I won’t send you against the aliens just to be killed.”Then to give them hope, “You.