He fired the last of his cum into my pussy.“Oh, that was amazing,” I groaned, my orgasm dying. “That was just the best. Thank you.”“God, you...re just irresistible,” he groaned and rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of my pussy.“Irresistible, huh?” I moaned, hungry for more. “Mmm, let me suck your cock hard and show you just how irresistible I can be.”“Fuck,” he growled as I grabbed his dick wet in my pussy cream and sucked on him.I nursed on his cock. I sucked on him, getting him all nice. But tonight, it’s different. Elizabeth decides to go out on her own. She’ll text and tell me what she’s doing. When she wants to. I can only reply. She tells me in a voice that brooks no argument, to lie naked in our bed and wait for her, and be awake at whatever time she comes home.When she uses that voice, she’s in control. Controlling everything; what she does, where she goes, who she’s with, how long she’s out for. And she controls my orgasm. I can do nothing except obey her. It’s what I. Unknowingly, she had entered into the dance of copulation and wasn’t aware of the gyrations her body was initiating. John read the signs though and quickly realised that the moment of panic had passed and this beautiful woman was telling him of her readiness. Gently, as if she were china, he picked her up with an arm under her shoulders and the other behind her knees. In two short strides, he reached the bed and placed her in the middle over the blankets that covered her mattress. He knelt. " Phoebe was appeased by the humility of my voice. "I will forgive you this once," she said. "There's no doubtMiss Denise that you ought to be kept in girls' clothes all yourlife." "All my life I" I exclaimed horrified. "You are so much easier to manage," she replied. What aselfish argument! All she thought of was her comfort, not oneconsideration did she give to me, my position, the career whichawaited me. No! As a youth, I should give her orders. Underdiscipline and dressed as a girl.