. like the old men had told him she would.She could tell that he was not a pushover and he was not a Neanderthal either. She would have to stay on her...toes if she wanted him. And she did want him. It was her nature to take control... if a man let her. Dave might be fresh to the experience of a R O A D M A S T E R but the stories he told her made her believe that he was almost her equal. She intended to focus on that “almost” as a place of control for her. It was her nature. She may have a. You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together. She called my wife on July 3rd (preggo, btw) and asked if we could come over to help her set up a bedframe and some Ikea junk. No big deal, right? My wife said that she was tired but volunteered me to help. I was actually happy to get out for a little while and was curious about the new apartment. I kissed my wife goodbye and left completely innocently.When I arrived at the new apartment I was impressed that this was a pretty cool pad. It was a very old quad building built around 1920 with. ..the other thing you've made me realize is most of my fantasy's right now are very submissive... I would love to remove ALL hair from my body ( not my head) and be feminized...sun dress, nylons, bra & panties...you would come up behind me and reach around to tease my cock and kiss the back of my neck. You whisper that you have some friends coming over tonight and that I'm to do anything you say I spend the day as your little girl...later that night hour friends arrive. I watch you as you.