Chatter quickly dissipated as Elliott walked into the conference room, and those who were not already seated quickly found places to settle while Elli...tt strode to the head of the conference table to address them. Elliott Greer did not have an imposing presence. In fact, his appearance and demeanor worked in an exact opposite manner with people, calming them and providing a confidence in him and his leadership before he even spoke. When most people tried to describe his appearance, they. "I was so turned on, I would have said yes to almost anything. So I got up, ripped off my shirt and shorts and sat back on the bed. Mike then leaned over and wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking me. Nothing had ever felt so magnificent. His touch was different than mine and it felt amazing. A few seconds later he took his other hand, grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. It felt so hard, yet soft and smooth. He was about 6", cut and he had a big mushroom head, that was shiny. ” And with that, she’s gone. I roll my eyes and watch her cross the street. As she reaches the porch steps, her husband, Stefan, opens the front door. He shifts to let her pass and winks at me as he closes the door behind her. Stefan has been an integral part of my revenge plot against the bitches that make up the neighborhood Welcome Wagon. When I moved here three weeks ago, their “welcome” message to me was fraught with jealousy, criticism and warnings against disturbing the peaceful nature. She liked the way that he was so specific. That he scripted their encounters with precision. Buying the clothes, setting the scene. She liked the way that he took control of those details. Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him.