Jason took her beer and watched as she began to twist and turn sensuously in rhythm with the music. A sheen of perspiration covered her beautifully ta...ned skin, glistening and sparkling in the bright sun. Sipping on his drink, he let his eyes wander over her body as he felt his manhood continue to harden. The heat, the sun, the primitive throb of the music, the booze, her glistening skin, her billowing mahogany hair, her wonderful breasts bouncing and bobbing erotically, her tight, quivering. We are so busy in our separate jobs that we don’t even see each other much.One other thing; she is hard to talk to; this is because I’m a victim of the good old all-American male double standard; she’s no pickup, so I get tongued-tied around her. To her, I must be the picture of studied indifference.In the fantasy, we’ve been on our first date, a rather nice evening of quiet dinner, movie and conversation afterwards in a favorite cocktail lounge. Now, we’re at her doorstep, and I kiss Evelyn. Not to mention, he not had a picture that would expose me as a girly boy, at best, to anyone he wanted. "Yes," I said softly. "That's another thing," Dominick said assertively, "you are going to be respectful and call me Sir from now on. Anything that you say should be followed by the word 'Sir'". Now try again: You are going to go home, get all your little sissy stuff together, and come back here immediately. Do you understand me, sissy boy?" I tried again. "Yes, Sir," I said a bit louder,. She simply spun herself around and kissed me full on the mouth as I continued to feed longer and longer lengths into her hot hole.Somehow in the repositioning I happened upon a particularly sensitive nerve cluster and her moans grew deeper into growls."Right there, Daddy." She rasped. "That's it. That's the magic spot. I'm almost there, almost there, almost..., and then she burst into tears as I simultaneously blasted my load.Belinda the Black, Matron of the Black Hearth, Mistress and Commander.