I rang the doorbell and waited, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I had my fingers tucked into the pockets of my pants and my shoulders w...re somewhat hunched when the door opened."Hello," a handsome-looking man said. "You must be Anthony." Yes," I said, turning to face him. "I'm here to see Charlotte." I'm Ron Lawsen, her father," he said, extending his hand to shake mine. He had the crushing grip of a businessman, and I felt self-conscious once again, giving him only a limp little. Kathy giggled, lighting up her entire face. “Or, my mouth! Yeah, you were pretty much melting with enthusiasm, when I was taking you in my mouth!”“So,” I continued, “Why don’t we see how I do, at returning the favor!”“You want to suck me?”“No, not exactly. What I want to do, is make you melt, make you scream with pleasure, as close as I can get to how you destroyed me. It only seems reasonable that, if you can reduce me to a quivering mass of post orgasmic goo using only your mouth, perhaps I. ..A few years ago, my wife and I agreed to pick-up some family after a local minor league baseball game. We got to the stadium lot about 45 minutes early. There wasn't enough time to do anything in town, so we just decided to wait in our minivan for the game to be over.My wife was wearing tight jeans that hugged her big, Asian ass beautifully, and a sweater. We were talking about everyday things when, without missing a beat in our conversation, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I asked her. When Tim and I worked out how to do it, it wasn't really encrypting my thoughts, just making it appear that way. The idea was to create multiple trains or strands of thoughts that were completely random and interwoven into my real thoughts. At first it was incredibly difficult for me to do it for any length of time, but the more I did it the easier it got for me, and eventually I could do it all the time without any strain at all.It was about the time that I wanted to enslave Tim that I started.