As is the commitmentof all men who come to Macaon to find a woman, he was concerned about mywell-being and respecting my dignity. Right from the start... he made astatement he was not to have sex with me until, as a couple, we woulddecide the time was ripe. He was committed to making me feel a womanwith his manly love. He would never touch me inappropriately or coerceme into sexual practices of any kind.I, on my side, felt more and more subjugated to him. His Arab eyescommanded absolute. I admire you for doing that and I appreciate it too. You've always been a great friend, you always had my back."This was the last thing I expected Mike to say to me. "Ummm, thanks?" was the only reply I could come up with.Mike looked down at me with a smile. Then he began to take off all of his clothes. "Why don't you get naked with me?"His dick was hard and it was fucking huge. He told me later that it's a little over 11 inches long. My eyes were glued on that black monster dick for what. He was soon on them both kissing and feeling them as though he was never going to get the chance again. I had moved onto my stomach partly to hide my hard on and also to get a better view up her skirt,I kept getting a glance of her tits just a pity I couldn't tell if the nipples where stood up. His right hand moved back to her legs and was feeling her mound through her knickers,she was moving her bum around and I was unsure as to it being pleasure or to stop him going further. I could see. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should feel, no matter what? ‘Is something wrong with me?’ she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.She couldn’t begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victims of sexual domination might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn’t look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different kind of animal. To her that feeling of being.