Most of them were around Kenny’s age and a few were older. Some wore “outlaw biker” garb but overall looked normal. I was introduced and learned...that most of the guys were in skilled trades, some in technology and a few other had professional degrees. Everyone was very friendly. There was a beer, a variety of bourbons, vodka and tequila and the air held the aroma of wood smoke and pot. The club president, Ed tended to the smoker and was engaged in a conversation with a group of guys when Kenny. "It's my body and it's my talent. I'd be taking all the risks, fucking strange women just to knock them up. You and Dad would be sitting back recording data and raking in the bucks on this pheromone product." I admit we haven't worked out all of the details," Mom argued, "however we certainly wouldn't want to put you in danger. We'd want to take a look at all the risks first before letting you make a move. As far as the business side is concerned, there are no guarantees that we'd be able to. But then, so was she. ‘I like that,’ he commented softly as Cheryl rubbed him back and forth. ‘I thought you would,’ she smiled and kissed him. Teddy returned the kiss fully and slipped his tongue past her lips into the hot depths of her mouth. Cheryl never stopped rubbing him as they began kissing passionately, their tongues rolling wetly together. Teddy ran his hands through her thick hair as she encouraged his already healthy erection. Cheryl paused to remove her jacket and Teddy immediately. I own her and she knows that she is my priority. Every part of her, her mind, her wants, her needs, her desires is a priority for me. I want and need her to be satisfied. However, there are times we will switch. On those rare occasions, she receives pleasure in helping me escape from reality by taking away my stress and worries. She will mark me with scratches and bites. I wear those marks with pride.Her proof that I had helped her find pleasure. Her proof that I made her find pleasure. .