“Gently!” she added after.Mike started to kneel down but then a thought abruptly occurred to Emma. “Actually, hold on one minute. I have a thoug...t.” Mike stood back up as did Emma. Emma went to the other part of the living room to where her clothes were and returned a moment later with her cell phone. She unlocked it and turned on the camera, putting it in selfie mode. She placed the camera on the floor, resting against a wall so it had a clear view of the ottoman. She then resumed her position. Before I figure out what to say, you continue."I caught you checking me out, faggot,” you say, taking some slow steps towards me. Your cock swings from side to side with each step as you approach. I want to get up and run, but remain glued to the spot.You stop but a foot or so in front of me. Your big cock dangles down at eye level. From here it looks even more impressive; bigger, thicker, powerful. "You like this black dick?" you ask, gripping yourself at the base of your cock and waving it in. “No.”“Sia, honey, have some compassion. Tell me,” I tried yet again, giving her a hard poke.“Stop!” she laughed, kicking her leg out in retaliation.Pain exploded in my groin, a white-hot lance of breath-stealing agony. Breathing stopped as I curled into a ball grasping my groin. I fell off the couch, stars emerging, an iron band squeezing my chest. Holy fuck!“Oh God! I didn’t mean to do that!” my daughter exclaimed, jumping up and kneeling next to my contorting body. “I’m sorry! Really sorry!”. I'm getting the fuck out of here!"Jason firmly spoke to her. "Susan, stop right there!" He continued to communicate with the little blonde silently. 'Listen to me you little bitch. You want to remove your clothes too. You also want to show a more pleasant attitude. Before this night is over, you will be fucking your brains out. Now strip, bitch!'That was the first time Jason had forcefully used his power of suggestion. Susan obviously did not want to stay, but she did. She certainly did not.