A little re-heated Pho liquor for dipping and you've got something. The third night we settled on pasta with marinara sauce--something we hand't had i... a while.Somehow everyone had agreed without agreeing to take the grand tour. Ellen and I laid out plots and distance estimates. We'd keep it conservative and try not to push our fuel envelope. Next stop, Barcelona. Now, Barcelona has a history almost as long as the Catholic church. We ran around loose and picked up a few things like suckling. For someone usually involved in discussions, her silence was out of the ordinary.For the first time in her life, Elaine realised some of her thoughts were a contradiction.She wanted a man who treated her like a woman. She wanted to be treated as an equal. She wanted to genuinely be heard and have her concerns addressed. She wanted someone firm who provided her with direction. She didn't want to be a doormat. Sometimes she wanted to be a toy.As goose bumps rose on her arms, she shook her head. In short, I came on too strong. I offered too much of myself too quickly and she started to pull away.I let her go. I realized that I had gone too far and had scared her away, that she needed her space. So I let her go.We would still communicate occasionally, but usually for work reasons. I did my best to limit my side of the discussion so as not to make her feel uncomfortable again. To be honest, I felt foolish for having pushed so hard before and didn't want to bring that to the fore again.. Understand? Not the way you looked at me, I want you to look right at his cock. Can you see it straining in his shorts? My, he is looking very impressive, but we can’t over excite him can we. We wouldn’t want all his sticky semen soiling his pants. That wouldn’t do either of us much good. I’m sure we can both think of much nicer places for him to fill with his yummy cum.” She’s come to a stop now behind me; the fingers of both hands poised on my hips, her head positioned just behind mine, her.