Mike grabbed a hold of the lasso. ?Follow me, I got you and you are my prisoner? Mike said These boys were smart enough to know that peo...le do not willingly let themselves become prisoners. They were only acting tough around this woman to try to scare her. Something happened that surprised both of these boys. The first thing was the unmistakable look of fear in her eyes. (But for a different reason than they thought). The boys both got excited, because they thought they scared. Whatever...Then the dating service sent me Maurine. She was a cute blonde with a Southern accent. She was a secretary in a law firm. She was five-two and had very nice breasts. My guess was 36D. She had beautiful hazel eyes, and light brown hair. She had some girth.We had two coffee shop dates. She talked a lot."I'm very concerned about what baggage you are carrying!" she stated it up front."I have no baggage other than eight kids and a huge pile of debts and I'm an alcoholic who hasn't hit. ..just until she could feel the heat of my pussy! My body reacted to her subtle touches, perfume, and soft voice. She felt me tremble...and I knew she could feel my wetness growing.She then reached up and adjusted the bra straps. Her boldness really surprised me as she continued sliding her fingertips beneath the elastic and around my breasts. Her fingertips circled my nipples, feeling my nipples becoming erect, I looked into the mirror...watching my involuntary reactions to her touch. When my. That downward pressure combined with the way she had impaled herself with force onto me, had produced the hardest, hard-on I had ever had, my prick felt as if it was made of oak, and was a foot long and six inches round and was so engorged with blood that it was throbbing. She looked into my eyes and said softly, ‘I want you, Jamie….. I want it to be special and personal and just for me!’ I didn’t really understand what she was on about at that time, I thought that I was already filling her to.