"Fuck Chris, that was fantastic!" moaned Jason.I sank down again. I could feel Jason's bellend against the back of my throat, his precum dribbling dow... the back of my tonsils. Jason was moaning in ecstasy. Then I came up again for air. I did this several times more before he lifted me off and lay me back on the bed. "You comfy?" he asked."Yeah" I said, "Why?"Then Jason suddenly climbed on top of me, pinning me under his muscular chest. I could feel his dick, covered in my spit, pressing against. ’ ‘Wow.’ I said, excited at the thought of it. ‘Yea, wow. It takes a little practice at first, like all things. When you, ahem, ‘unlock’ them, they’ll go into an unconscious state where they will accept any commands you give them There are various degrees of control with it, you could make her do something and she would think it was her idea, or you could make her do something but keep her aware that she’s not in control.’ ‘Why would I do that?’ I asked. ‘It’s come up once or twice. Some guys. After snuggling silently for a while, basking in contentment, he caresses a nipple through the cloth of my burqa. It responds and I look down to see that his cock is growing. I take my last sip and set my cup down. With a fingertip, I gently stroke the underside of his cock as it lays against his belly. I realize that for many years I had taken it for granted, until I almost lost it and the wonderful man attached to it. I learned since then, that sharing it did not diminish it, or the wonderful. Of course by now he was openly looking at my scar and cock and I was slowly getting a hard on and so was he. I said it wasn't too bad and would soon get smooth, and with that he stretched over and run his finger up and down my scar, eventually resting near the root of my cock that was now getting quite hard. ''The scar is actually pretty smooth' he said, 'just like your body and cock'. With that I laid right back and closed my eyes and said, 'Thank you, I think everything is fine now, but.