She is very mature, and very much in control of herself; and very much in control of our relationship!”“And you’re OK with that?”“If I wasn�...�t, I sure as heck wouldn’t have asked a Russian girl to marry me!”Doctor Mercer laughed, “You’ve had some experience in that regard, I’m sure.”“Yeah,” I chuckled. “‘Some’. But in all seriousness, given what I asked her to sign up for, I think I do need to do my level best to follow her program, if you will. Not in the sense that I’ll be a wimp or submissive. I decided to call up Emily after I finished up my homework. I asked her if she was doing anything, but she said she had a date. "Fuck!" was all I could think, so I just spent the night home, watching TV and talking on AIM. The next morning I got on the bus, and when I got to school I didn't even see her. I went through the day until lunch, and finally I saw her. "You believed me last night didn't you?" she said to me. The little bitch. "You didn't have a date!?" I tried not to scream. "Well. She smiled, gently taking it in her stylish, manicured fingers.I released her hairpin, letting her thick blunt-cut hair fall heavily to her shoulders. She stroked my cock up and down with her smooth hand and then kissed the tip of my cock with her juicy lips, sending an electric current through my loins. Enclosing my shaft in her mouth, she connected her tongue.I shut my eyes, slithering deep into her warm mouth and finger combing her head. When I open my eyes, she was playing with an ice cube. Her body was sluggish, but still struggled the best it could beneath me. Waxed pussy lips told me just what kind of photo shoot she’d come from, and I made a mental note to check for those later. Her body was smooth and elegant, wide hips with little jutting hip bones. I moved my way between her legs, scooting her body in to fit close to mine.A pull of the string and her suit top was off, and the most squeezable breasts I’d ever seen came tumbling out. I bent down and sucked at them. Letting my.