“So... if I give control to you... how long for?”“That’s the part I’m stuck on... like when to start, how to start, I mean who decides, how ...ong for, how to stop, what happens then?”“Poor you,” she said.“What exactly do you mean by that?”“You’re not cut out for a dominant role.”For a second something changed, a fleeting tension in the muscles of Andy’s face — almost giving away an understanding maybe, an ah-ha moment of some sort, but it disappeared as fast as it came, being replaced with a. - Didn't think so. Now, take of the bra and give it to me.Her jaw dropped as she looked at him. Give him the bra? This was not happening. - I'm waiting.Her shoulders sank and she started to unbutton her blouse, her head tilted forward. She felt her cheeks burning with the shame and she hoped no one else would turn up down here at this moment. Her mind was reeling with what she was doing. She was actually going to take of her bra and give it to him, wasn't she. He could get her fired and also. I don’t plan to fuck you here in the family room.”“Sorry, Joan. It was just the suddenness of everybody running out like you all had something planned. Made me a little nervous. I didn’t mean to act like I don’t want to spend time with you. I do. Really.”“We do have something planned.” Joan said. “But you don’t need to be worried. I just requested four Saturday nights with you, followed by prom. I promise I won’t try to cut in on any of your other time with Rachel or Desi and I won’t let you. It’ll be a lot easier for you if you don’t think about his tongue inside you, swirling around your clit, and his lips sucking those juices out of your pussy.” “Mmmmfffff, I hate you!” I took a small break from her nipple and told her I wanted her to have fun this weekend. “Remember that girl that ripped Mike’s clothes off after the movie? That’s the girl I want you to be. You’re not married this weekend. Sunday, you’ll come home to me, and we’ll relive this weekend over and over like we did.