But it was the way she extended her control into our relationship that was becoming more and more irritating. Her only weakness was her fondness for g...tting mildly tipsy.Cheryl still lived with her parents most of the time, but stayed overnight at my place occasionally. She preferred to be the one who initiated sex, and usually that was with her on top, occasionally in the missionary position. She wouldn't let me fuck her doggy-style, and she definitely wouldn't let me fuck her in the ass. What. I owned 10%, my parents, my lawyer and my accountant owned 1% each; and my trusts 86%. I hold proxies for all of the shares of the trust.Back to Jane Winston, one of her business ethics professors had helped me with a couple of business problems. He introduced us and told Jane that she might want to use my business as an example of ethical business success, and also to demonstrate profitable corporate practices.Jane looked at me and started laughing. I got up, thanked the prof for the try and. Don't recall how long it was before I sensed another sensation, but I felt a warm wet rough cloth scrubbing by naked torso. I could feel a cool draft upon my exposed skin, proof that the thick blankets were pulled down to my knees. I was evidently naked. My consciousness kept drawing me back into darkness, but the coarse cloth pulled me back again and again. I had no strength, none to even talk. The woman had strong warm hands, the cloth a rough contrast. I returned from consciousness at one. Pumping in and out, fingering my hole. It felt so strange, this thick finger stroking my velvet hole. He buried his finger in me to the knuckle. That was when he began massaging what I can only guess was my prostate. I let out a forceful "Uhhhh." The feeling was incredible. There was a pressure in my cock, feeling like an uncontrollable orgasm was building. He added a second finger. I moaned some more. "That's a mighty tight hole you have there, son." Tony said, in a cruel mocking tone. I.