There were no style points for old Rob, not with a cock like that. He never felt the need for them. I guess that’s why he never got married or had a...steady girl. Oh, he had a steady stream of girls, but nothing on a regular basis. His women and he had an unspoken agreement. When they were horny for a big, no let me rephrase that, huge cock, they hit him up and he accommodated. They wanted to get fucked and he obliged, simple. Joan was deep into that agreement right now. He kept after her tight. And making her hesitate. He seizes her by the back of the head, fingers threading through her hair in a tight but surprisingly gentle grip, pulling her roughly into his dungeon.She stops in the center of the room, turning to face her master, eyes downcast submissively."Strip, slave" he simply commands, swinging the crude wooden door behind himself and engaging the complicated lock with a simple twist of the key."Yes master" she whispers in return, voice cracking with excitement. She slowly. ...you have 25 seconds left...noway...5 minutes is way to fast!!!!PLEAZZZZZZ dont stop.....i ll be a good girl.....Oh Flowergirl sorry but your private driver is here....yes Mr.Shaw want do u want??? He whispers in Fg ear...i ll pay u 500$ to watch you kiss n lick n suck that woman pussy for 2 to 3 hours non stop n i ll film and within the time pleazz let me go get her man freind with the 3 babes so they can catch the last hour or so on how u treat someone alone!!!Ok ready....she begging me to. "Even with all my experience it took me a moment to realize how neatly he'd put me in a corner — and how flattered by it I was! He'd just declared how he found me irresistible in the way that word was always meant to be used. And now if I made an invitation to him — or accepted the one he'd just so smoothly offered — I knew completely what I would be in for from him. I couldn't say "Yes", and then try to be coy afterwards — or insulted by his treatment. And if I said "No thanks", I was refusing.