Maybe that's why I have always fantasized about being dominated. The downturn in my sex life just made those desires grow. I have browsed websites in ...earch of fulfillment. Usually it seems as though the dominate females on those sites want to make you give another guy head. My thing was more about just losing control. So I never pursued those angles. Anyway, one evening I met a woman in her mid 30's. She was about 5'7", thick build, large breasts with red hair and brown eyes. She was not what. Turns out it was very deep...very very deep.While one is making me moan (as hard as I tried to stop it) from the back massage, the other tells me how he can make calves feel brand new. He was so amazing, not only did I not care when he made the move for my thighs, I wanted those hands on my dick...now. I did everything I could not to grab his hand and place it right on my dick...so first I clenched my fist. When that didn't work I put my hands to the side, landing right on the man's thighs. Looking up at him, she pushed her hair out of her face and smiled, he moaned for more as she went back down on him. This time she took his tip and sucked on it, then her tongue danced across his ridge that she loved so much. She blew on him and the chill of her breath on his hot wet cock sent shivers all over his body. He closed his eyes and savored every single minute of his woman making love to his cock. He wanted her to take him all the way down her throat and he knew she would, but to tease. Likewise, I had no idea what he said, but a servant got into our car and slowly drove off after handing me a plastic chip with a number. An Arabic number, but at least I could read those: 38. And it felt as if we were here early ... Bugger!It was an absolute sausage fest. This is what these people call a party? All the women were gone! As soon as they emerged from their cars, they were taken to another part of the palace, never to be heard from again! ‘Well, DUH!’ I can hear you thinking, but.