John's legs were trembling and his moans were getting louder and Candismiled around his cock. She was doing this! She had the power overhim. She wa... the one who decided whether or not he orgasmed or whethershe just teased him. It was exhilarating, empowering and sexuallyexciting.Candi lightly clasped John's scrotum and caressed his testes andsqueezed the base of his penis with her other hand and worked her mouthup and down his cock faster and faster sucking his throbbing shaft andusing her. I am drawn like a magnet.I wake up Saturdays with a smile because Danny will cut the grass. I watched him from the window; shorts, sneakers, no shirt, sweat pouring from a perfect torso. When he was done we chatted in the garage, my hand on his shoulder. He was a recent high school graduate and had a cute girlfriend. I squeezed his bicep, savoring the firm fibers beneath the skin. My mouth went to the hollow of his clavicle to partake of the little puddle of sweat. He said, "Mr. Pratt, can. He took my head in his large palms and thrust it forward into his hairy bush, where i stayed for a good 10 seconds. I loved every second of it. He quickly pulled my head away from his cock, which i could tell was about to cum. "Pull down your pants." He said"Okay" i replied, my voice very quiet."Call me Daddy!" He said as he slapped me."Okay daddy!" I proceeded to take of my shirt and the pants around my ankles. "Lay down on your back!" Bill demanded quietly."Yes daddy!" my weak voice replied.. The ride up to the Brown Bag Palace took about ten minutes, because I got stuck at every stop light along the way.I saw the sign on the most visible corner of the parking lot. Helen had finally settled on the name, and had the sign made, after almost six months at the location. I loved the place and the atmosphere, but most of all I guess I loved Helen. Most likely everyone else in town felt the same.I found the chief sitting at one of the smaller picnic tables. He had already made friends with.