I know his type. Controlling and dominating. Men like this think theycan own girls like me. They feel that they can mark their territory bycumming ...n us and knocking us up. He thrusts in an effort to controlme, but I accept it because I am made to be his receptacle. I'm goingto let him cum inside of me. If he wants to mark me, then fine. Thatwill make it harder for my boss to do anything to me later on. This isa good thing I convince myself. My mind is made up. I'm going to lethim. I went to therefreshment table and grabbed two glasses of punch and worked my wayover to her. I came up beside her so she did not catch a glimpse of myapproach.Me: "Miss, you looked like you needed more punch." I said to her holdingout the glass. The one guy still there looked at me and did not look tolike my presence.She turned her head to face me. "No, I am?" Then it dawned on her who Iwas. She thrust her glass into the guy?s hand in front of her and leaptat me. It took all I could not to. "Well it's not really for consideration, let's say I'm making you anoffer you can't refuse." Steven gave her a shark-like grin.Delores suddenly realised that Steven Cottrell was no ordinary punter.So Delores entered into a business arrangement with Steven Cottrellwhereby she was allowed to operate her own brothel paying Steven apremium for protection from other criminal elements and from theMetropolitan Police Force. She was to provide bespoke servicesmaintaining confidentiality for her. To me, the close relationship between Xena and my wife railed against the possibility. I thought the likelihood of these fantasies ever coming true was pretty remote. What I didn’t appreciate at the time, was how Xena was playing the long game, to catch me in her web and use me, along with her host of other emasculated men, to realize her own perverse fantasies.This was in the early days, when my contact with Xena was limited to social occasions. Then, as I said, she was always engaging,.