I looked down the hall to see if Mr. Coleman was coming but he was nowhere in sight, so I proceeded. Very deliberate but slowly I repeated myself, �...Put…it…in…your…mouth…Kelly.” Just as she put the tip of my dick in her mouth we both hear the balcony screen door open and Mr. Coleman ask, “Is Kelly ok James?” Kelly pops my dick out her mouth and I try as fast as I could to put my dick back in my pants.Perfect fucking timing David! Just perfect…lol. You don’t know how hard it is to put a. There were hundreds of shouted confirmations and every hand was raised in the room to show that all felt able to so swear as witnesses."Have you anything to say in your defence?" he asked the two men and six teenagers.His question was met with stony silence and sneers from all eight of the captives."How do you find the accused?" he asked the crowd.There was no wild screaming, no sense of a lynch mob, but the message was clear in the unanimous shout of 'Guilty'."So be it. None of the accused. That Saturday morning I came out of my bedroom dressed in my robe just as Susan came upstairs, we met at the stair head. Susan was wearing tight leggings with a figure hugging top with short sleeves, showing off her ample breasts, 34c I think. We exchanged greetings, “good morning Susan, how are you today” I asked. “I am fine John thank you,” she replied. “Are you thinking of getting dressed today then.” She teased. “Well I could get dressed right now but that would mean taking my robe off here. And where do you find that balance? In the only place where you can delegate the burden of power, responsibility and authority, where you can free yourself from your dominant nature, where you don't need to be the alpha male, or fight for your status or territory. That place is the bed, the intimacy. For a few moments you can relax and simply counter your competing instinct, you can free your sensitive, fragile and submissive side. Sexuality works as a counterweight, allowing you to balance.