...my husband wouldprobably approve of a daughter....." looking to Jane. She stammered abit, but Diana spoke up again, "Well, its up to your choice......andSister Nancy....but keep it in consideration." Jane nodded inresponse, "I'll consider it, Mrs. Princeton." Oh please," Diana stated back, "you can call me Diana, or hopefullysome day, Mom." Jane chuckled at that "That might be jumping the gun abit, eh?" as the two shared in mirthful laughter as they finishedtheir dinner.Diana drove Jane back. "With that he unzipped his fly and took out his big black cock. He started to stroke it, pulling that big loose foreskin back over the head of his cock and then back down, then back up again. He just kept doing it slowly. He was starting to get hard. My eyes were frozen, looking at it. I couldn't help it – I just had to look. Somehow I shook my head no, still staring at his dick, and said, "I'm not a cocksucker. I'm not going to suck it." I'am not gay.He laughed. "You're a cocksucker, all. .. no, too much sand in all the places you don't want," she giggled as she finished the last of her drink."Me too... I like things dirty, but not too dirty," he replied, laughing with his eyes crinkled and tooth gap showing again.Rebecca could feel the attraction between her and Chris. He was sexy and confident, yet funny and easy to be around. He drained the last of his gin and tonic and led her by the hand to the dance floor. He picked a dark and isolated area, close to the wall and far. What better way to escape that competition? Why, by fully accepting your inferiority and humiliating yourself until the alpha no longer considers you competition. Also, by changing the competition paradigm into a paradigm where the beta male pleasures the alpha. This fantasy of mine comes from the exhaustion of trying to compete with alpha males and the eventual realization and sexualizing of my inferiority. If you are offended by the political incorrectness, don't worry, I am against bullying.