” With Guy’s sweat cooling on her back and his seed still hot between her thighs, Sarah was comfortable that he wouldn’t misunderstand. “I am ...rs. Guy Masterson-Stone and you can’t get enough of me.”Guy chuckled. “True, but that won’t stop me from trying.”“I know.” Sarah stretched, extending her spine like a cat until Guy stroked her back.“You know I’m up for pretty much anything - including taking things off the table if they’ll make you unhappy.” Guy rolled on his side to meet her eyes.“I. When I get really nervous and speak out again, you issue a swift correction and slap my ass. “A good girl cooperates without any hesitation or protest”, and you continue to do as you please. I only want to be a good girl so I shut my mouth, but soon you step over to the front of the chair and tell me to “open my mouth wide, it’s time to suck like a good girl”. You fuck my mouth while issuing guidance for how you like it, having me lick and suck your balls along with your cock, pushing deeper. My nipples beg to be touched but I have on too many layers. He kisses my neck while I’m plastered to the car and I let a moan slip out. The thought of being late leaves my mind. I’m lost in the moment. I put my hand where I can feel the hardness pressing against my belly. I’m desperate for skin to skin contact. He pulls his pants down and I grab his cock with my gloved hand, neither of us able to stop. He groans and unbuttons my pants, jamming his hand in the front of my panties, rubbing my. . Jeff’s conscious mind was asleep. His subconscious mind was in control with something like a hypnotic suggestion making him obey you. Making people stop wanting something they’ve spent years wanting takes a lot of work. That’s what got them into the predicament they’re in.”“Sounds like a cop-out, but I’ll buy it for now. Damn. He is the best looking guy in town and good in bed too. I guess I’d be a fool to not give him a second chance,” she said before walking away towards Brad who stood up.