I thought about stopping, marching over there and interrupting him, literally, with his pants down. It would have been hilarious, but too cruel. Now t...at I knew the joys of orgasm, I couldn’t deny them so viciously to another. Besides, I wanted release for myself too, and badly.Instead, I shifted again, propping myself up on pillows against the headboard. He could now see my full body, from my dainty feet propped up either side, to my glistening cleft, squeezing and stretching under my. You'd be surprised what I'll do for you. But you have to ask. Nicely." A dominatrix. The thought rang through my mind. But to have her, would be worth almost anything. The words came out with surprising ease, "Please, I want to make love to you." She shook her head at me, smiling. "I don't make love. I take. I conquer. I'll even fuck, but I don't make love." Those deep blue eyes challenged me, lured me. I felt like I was sinking into them. I said the only words I could say. "Please, take me.". Once I am sure he is finished, I take him out of my mouth and lick his softening member just for good measure. He helps me get up from my knees then takes a moment to tuck everything back away. When he looks back at me, I smile at him.Finally, after all the teasing, I got what I wanted. I fix my hair and go to start buttoning up my shirt when he puts his hands between mine. I look up at him, confused once again, but he just smiles at me.Before I can ask anything, he pushes my shoulders back to. The husband was still busy with his wife, so the manager talked to me. “Thanks for taking care of the emergency, sir. My name is Jed Watson, and I am the owner and manager of the Laughing Hog Dance Hall. Dammit, I may have to change the name after tonight.”“I don’t know about that. Why don’t you take the hog’s head to a taxidermist and have it stuffed. You could hang it over the door like a magic charm.”“Do you really think that would keep the wild hogs away?”“Naw, it ain’t likely, but it might.