You must submit to what I demand. This is called a cock. You make it hard your sweet sexy body and your dirty talk make this hard. And because you mak... my cock hard, you are obligated to relieve it.’ He undid one of her wrists and guided her hand to his member grab hold of it,’ he commanded.Her hand timidly wrapped around the large shaft rub it,’ he guided her hand to a rhythm and pressure that satisfied him oohh, yes. Like that,’ he whispered. ‘I’m obligated to relieve you, Guru,’ Mithila said. Send me your email address, as I hardly ever come on this site often.’Immediately I replied with my email address and within seconds I got an IM request from a Mr. Paul, in doubt, I accepted the request. To my very Great surprise it was my fantasy guy from the website. Immediately we started chatting and exchanging common information about myself. I told him that I was way younger than him, and am not sure how young he meant by ‘young companion’. The Conversation went as follows:Paul: How young. Aunty Sheen caught me staring at her."What? I'm not too drunk. I can handle myself son. Don't worry." Aunty Sheen smiled and said through the smoke and leaned forward to pat my knee. "Okay. If you say so coz I was really worried there." I said, shaking my head in relief. "Oh you.." Aunty Sheen said and laughed, "Look at you, getting all worried for me." She teased me and I smiled too."Trust me. I wouldn't get sloshed until I know it's only me and you around, okay?" Aunty Sheen smirked before. The last few days had been exhausting for her so I was glad to see her rest. I drove without incident for about 3 hours, but then began to have some trouble keeping my eyes open. I turned the radio on. We often travel and I do most of the driving, so I have learned that these bouts of white-line fever come as much from boredom as from tiredness. The solution I have found is to keep your mind actively interested in something. Unfortunately for me, the radio wasn’t doing it. The sun had just.