I have an insatiable need to control everything around me. Even worse, I have a pathological need to control everyone around me -- especially those wh... matter most to me. Just ask them.There was no one better to call me out on it than my best friend Stacie. Stacie and I met at the architectural firm we both starting working at three years ago, after graduating from college. I work in the structural division. She works with interior design. We became fast friends. Whenever I wasn’t with my. ’ ‘He doesn’t know me, Meg. He doesn’t know anything except what’s rolling around in his confused mind. He’s sure he’s doing the right thing to protect your family. He just has a different idea of what protection is. I suppose this is just another manifestation of PTSD. He’s got a single idea in his head, and that’s all he recognizes.’ ‘I don’t care. We can’t let him hurt you again,’ Yolanda cried. ‘I’m going to look after that, right now. I’m going to move out and live elsewhere until this guy. .Two nights ago, her pussy had a thin growth of hair. It was bare again tonight with no sign of stubble. I played with it with my fingers as I suckled her breasts. For me, a hairless pussy seems more sensitive, responsive. Also, it means my partner will not get hair stuck in their mouth when going down on me. Liz’s pussy was sensitive as she was a continual spring of woman juice that alternated between sweet and semi-tart. And, I had not touched her G-spot yet either.We moved into a 69 position. Thegirls call out helpful hints. Like "pout your lips" "sway those hips" "swaythose boobs", "put your hands on your hips" etc. Pretty soon I'm into it andprancing around like a real pro.Asking for my clothes when I finish my modeling I am informed that they arehidden outside somewhere where I'll never find them and that if I want themback I had better let them have their fun or things could get ugly for me.Whatever ugly means. Anyway none of my male clothes were produced at anytimethat day. So.