Will you stop?”“For now,” Liz said. “On a serious note: You need to watch things like that.”“Yeah, no shit,” I said. “If I had known s...e planned to do that I would let her walk to the car by herself.”“Don’t say that,” Liz told me. “She wrote that you were the first friend she had in America ... and the first person to really treat her like a person. I completely understand how she feels. I’m not mad or anything. I’m just goofing around with you about Rosalita. But there are others that are not. "For men it's demeaning, Debbie. Submission to another man. But you heard that woman say that forwomen it isn't submissive at all, rather the reverse. Good oralsex can reduce a man to a gibbering simpleton who will agree toanything a woman wants. Its a way for a woman to control him, evendominate him." Maybe that argument will work, I was thinking."That's what you want? For me to control you? Dominate you?"I had to choose my answer carefully, or I'd also lose round three! "For you to. "Fuck!" she gasped "I'm a mess. I'm covered almost from head to toe with the cum of men. Fuck how many have been through me?" was a question she asked, but knew she had no idea.She may be a physical mess but the smile on her face could not be mistaken as one of sheer utopia. As she wiped the face, she gave a shudder for she could still feel the throbbing and vibrating cocks deep up inside her, however, what she was shortly to encounter would turn what she had received into a fond memory. She. When she sat up straight you couldn’t see much. But when she would lean forward to take a bite of desert it would fall away from her body and I could see most of both breasts, including her nipples. The drinks and wine had had an effect, and she soon grew careless, leaning forward and allowing me to enjoy the view. I told her I loved the way she looked, and to keep sitting that way. She was embarrassed, but did as I told her. Our waiter arrived to clear the desert and offer us an after.