..they all thought he was beautiful, and worthy of worship, a few would try and dominate him and he slowed their roll easily... "not so fast sweety, I...like to take my time," is how he'd reply and they conform to his wishes. But not his girl, not his idolatry of attention. She knew how to control him and she did. He thought of her. Thought of her sexy control and turned off the camera and went to look at pictures of the two of them together that they'd taken over the years. He was always her. He didn't mind. He was just so happy being back home with her again and getting a new start together. During the first two weeks back, Paul got adjusted to working at the new bank location working long hours that kept him and Amanda from seeing one another during much of the evening. Things began settling down giving him and Amanda more free time to spend getting re-acquainted after their long separation.Amanda seemed so different than before their divorce. She was much more independent now. All the sudden it seemed she was closing her legs. I looked up to the mirrored wall to see her face, it didn't look like she was pushing me away at all, then it dawned on me. I reached up and grabbed a hold her panties. She held her legs together making it easier to slide them down. She hooked them on one foot and began lifting them up and away, I took that as a cue and put my hand under her knee and lifted that leg opening her pussy wide open to me. The gasp that she gave told me that this was. “Why wouldn’t you? Look, there’s the door. If you don’t want to be here all you have to do is walk over there, grab your coat and leave. We never have to see each other again.“ I was dumbfounded. This classy lady I’d met only two hours ago had brought me to her home, sat there sipping a glass of wine, and told me to strip naked. “It’s a simple choice, what’ll it be? Leave or do what I tell you.“ I walked across the room unbuttoning my shirt. And I didn’t know why I was doing it. I’m not sure I.