But he is the one to be in control; she needs him to be, for her. And he needs to be, for himself too. Too often though, he finds himself succumbing...to her charms, her naivety, her sexuality, so that he finds himself realizing that in many ways, she truly is who is in control, even if she does not realize it, yet.For now, he composes himself and is able to play the role he has laid out for himself and Emma. On opening the door, he just points to the marked spot in his living room. Emma. "That's a good girl!" Jimmy said.He undid his belt and quickly yanked his pants and boxers down to around his ankles. He sat there, naked from the waist down with his legs spread wide. His cock was already rock hard, waiting to be touched and played with by someone. His balls hung just below, in their sack, perched upon the soft leather seat of where he sat. "Now, on your knees and do your job!" Jimmy said, in a demanding, yet slightly sensual tone.Gina took a small step forward and dropped to. The water around them was red. There was nothing I could do to help either of them. I looked for anyone else that needed help. I saw seven people crowded around a flight attendant. As I got closer, I saw that her arm was crushed inside a crumpled… something. She was barely conscious, and was bleeding an absolute fuckton. I had no medical training, and it looked like at least one of them knew what to do with a first aid kit, so I kept going. I made it to the cockpit, and by then the water was up. I saw her shaking ass inside a old red saree,from back side she is damn hot. Her curvy hips are visible as she wearing saree. She came back and handed me and said some money. I acted like I forgot my purse and returned my items but she asked me to take items and give money when u come in evening and she told that she is on same floor of apartment and know you are not stranger. I am happy as she noticed me and went to plant. That day my work finished at 9 and she is closing the door and I went.