Then turning to him, in a voice low enough not to be heard by Tim, she added, “It was actually Tim’s hand. He’s brushing the underside of my leg...” Dirk wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. Continuing the privacy of the conversation, he sought confirmation, “His hand is on your leg?” “Actually, just barely touching it. You don’t mind, do you?” Kara asked quietly. Dirk continued similarly, “As good as you look, and the way you been teasing, a bit of touching is not all that surprising. If it’s. I felt the pain of my hole stretching, as her lovely head began to disappear inside me. She held up for a moment to make sure I was okay. I looked at her and nodded. She pushed forward again, and suddenly a sharp pain hit me as the head popped in entirely. I must have winced in pain because she stopped again and looked in my eyes. Still without words, I nodded and moved my free hand to her hip, giving her a slight tug to encourage her to continue. Now that the head was in, I knew I had to relax. "She leaned over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Did I embarrass you? If so, I'm sorry." No, you didn't, at least not much. This is new to me in many ways and I'm on the steep part of the learning curve. I appreciate your willingness to tell me what you think." You're welcome. Now, let's get going."She scooted her bottom back to the center of the worktable, fluffed up the pillows, and arched her back to re-position a pillow under her buttocks. She opened her legs as I adjusted the light and. I turned, facing the street. Others watched us. I smiled and started giving commands.My thoughts prickled as I walked behind Daddy with Georgia and Mom. I gave my commands to everyone I could see. Everyone I passed. I told women to be submissive sluts. To worship their men. My thoughts burned but ... it eased with each one. It was like ... exercise. The more you did something, the better you got at it. I had more ... mental endurance.I was buzzing on my power when we reached the tattoo parlor..