I was gasping, and felt panicky. "Please..." I begged."You'll be all right for a minute," Miss Hooker told me. "She'd do about anything at this point,...though," she pointed out to the class. "After all, one can always tighten it even more."I shook my head anxiously."You'll want to be really cooperative, then," she told me, smiling. "Right?"I nodded hastily."If she wasn't, it's always possible to change her mind by tightening the collar a little. Guys, if your girlfriend doesn't want your cock in. It had been such a beautiful and peaceful morning. Then themayhem began. The newspaper that she had been reading lay strewn throughout theroom. The remains of her morning coffee lay in a broken porcelain cup on thefloor. Ironically, the paper was open to the Style section showing a picture ofher in an elegant black evening gown which showed off her ample curves at arecent fund-raiser for Israel. She certainly was not the same person thismorning. There were additional signs ofchaos in the room:. Her rectum felt filled; it felt tremendous. Carl started with slow, long thrusts making sure he wasn’t causing Petra any pain, he possessed of course a girthy phallus that would have given a tight, wet, vagina a run for its money let alone a tight arsehole. Gradually he increased the tempo, concentrating, ensuring like his swimming, his technique was impeccable. Petra found this exhilarating, started gasping for air, rubbing her clitoris, groaning with delight, fulfilment; not for the first. But then, there was a problem. He had erectile dysfunction and became impotent. He was only 45 at the time. Although many men at that age would be like a god in bed, but still should have many nights to come, so because of that, his father wasn’t talking much anymore, at least not about topics related with women.My husband did try to fix his father up with some of his co-workers at the firm who were close to his father’s age, but his father’s inability to perform really put a load on his.