"What was that for?" i shouted "haha,,i have hidden my clothes somewhere downstairs and now u have to search for them buck naked. i have hidden the... in a really obscure place where i dont think you can find them" she shouted back i was dumbstruck. she couldnt be serious, but something told me she was. "and if you want to give up and lose the whole night, come back and knock thrice,,i'll tell u where the clothes are,,,good luck baby" "you dirty bitch, i'll get you for this"i. So now in my life a fantasy would defiantly involve a man. Not just any man but a man who is a friend. A strong man who is a little older than we are may between 50 and up and in good shape and with a mental clarity, dominant, and knows what he wants and demands it. And not to mention a wonderfully large cock. When he comes over he is instantly the man of the house and I become his best buddy and servant. He has taken away my little penis by placing me in an inescapable chastity device which he. He still lived in a modest farmhouse, even though he was worth more millions than most would ever see in a hundred lifetimes.I had seen him on a news show, once, a pretty lengthy interview by the soundbite standard that ruled television. He smiled with sadness as he talked about his late wife, saying she was the inspiration for his writing and regretting the fact that she passed before he became really successful. There was a comment about his ancestry and he proudly talked about his Irish. Sonja began to thrash around as she approached orgasm and I felt her buttocks clench and tighten as she came with a low wail, almost a****l-like in its intensity."Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, you'd better suck up every drop pussy licker" she hissed as her thighs contracted and she squeezed my head.I fucked her with my finger and sucked her clit for all I was worth.Suddenly I was richly rewarded with her powerful and wet orgasm. Her body began to convulse and her cunt ground into my face, I could.