Instantly, Mike’s cock rose to full attention. Melody pulled him to sit up straight on the sofa, handing him the TV remote. “Why don’t we see ...hat’s on while I grant your wish?”“Sounds good to me.” Mike flipped through the channels before settling on channel playing Seinfeld reruns. As they watched, he couldn’t help but be impressed with Melody, who was able to take in the sheer ridiculousness of the show while never missing a beat of her masterful handjob. She slowly stroked him,. ”“Yes, of course,” I stammered. “What do you want me to do?”“I want you to be patient and tolerant. You think I’m strong and in control.” She toed off her shoes and flicked them aside with her feet as she finished shedding the blouse and started on the catch of the waistband of her skirt. “But I’m not, Donny. I’m shy and insecure. I’m trying to be strong, because you need me to be. I’m trying to be commanding because that’s what you want. But ... I’m struggling with all of this. I ... I’m not. I ride a Harley and I look like it. I am in pretty good shape though, and I knew that I had what it took to satisfy this woman's fantasies. All she needed was a man with a dirty mind.If you are familiar with my stories then you know that most of them are about women being blackmailed or in some other way coerced into sexual submission. They are humiliated and abused but not harmed. They experience helplessness and the freedom of being totally controlled. Those are the things that Inga. She started voraciously kissing his dark and muscular chest and teasing his nipples with her tongue. She could feel the bulge under his towel grow harder as he guided her slowly down onto her knees and she started running her hands across his muscled stomach. She looked up at his smiling face and started to undo his towel as he sat on the edge of the jacuzzi. When she pulled off the towel, his huge penis sprung out fully erect. She had never seen such a large cock! She guessed it to be easily.