So we chatted, really quite matter of factly, about some of her enduring fantasies - which were, I felt, helpfully detailed - and I tried to get my he...d around the domination and control thing. In fact, we didn't really resolve anything very much except to establish very clearly that the Game was most definitely On.After which, I left - a little earlier than was strictly necessary - and went and sat on the harbour wall for a while, staring at the waves and wondering whether I was actually. “Marissa weren’t you told to shave this whore’s head?”The black girl who had cut my hair answered: “Yes”.“Then what the fuck is this, as he began to pull on my hair?“Get your black ass up here and bring the clippers.”Well, as bad as my hair was, I had hoped to avoid my head being shaved. How would I ever explain this? Course, there is a lot more I have no idea how to explain.As she got to the stage, “Marissa, you should know that you are beneath me and when any man tells you something, you are. .just wanted to stick my dick in you, and cum in you, and I didn't care what would happen."Steph looked back at me, her body angled away. "I guess asshole guys really are controlled by their hormones," she said. "You can't think straight when you're trying to get some." We can't keep doing this," I told her."I know," she replied. "Something's going to go wrong at some point." She got up, put the empty beer bottles back into their box, and then took them to the stairs. She waited there while I. There was a shit load of cum, and I managed to get plenty of it on my face, in my hair, and dripping onto my tits. I stroked his big cock until he had emptied his ball sack, then gently pulled the last bit of jizz out of him, licking the last few drops off the tip of his prick’s bulbous head. I continued massaging and stroked his softening cock as it slowly became less rigid. In keeping with him being a 19 year old man, his dick never actually became flaccid….it only softened until it was.