I slowly opened the doorto my apartment and looked around. While they had not completely turnedit in to a girl?s apartment, I could recognize that a ...oman?s touch hadbeen added. It was just odd things. The first thing I noticed weresome orange, yellow and white throw pillows added to my drab brown fauxleather couch. I also noticed a lamp and end table now between thechair and couch with a couple of candles put on it. The book shelf thathad only been used to hold my CD?s and movies had been. She took an LIIT and I love beer so I ordered beer. Then we smoked cigarettes too. At the end she was 2 LIITs down and I was 6pints down. She was high and even I was a bit high. Now she’s high it was impossible for her to drive safely so I offered her to drive back and she agreed on it . Then we went and her house was in jaynagar. It was a very nice house and I took her their and she asked me to come in.This was the moment for which I had waited. Then I went there and I told her you really look. I parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. His penis pulsed harder into my backside. It had been months, many months, since I had been with a man, or been touched like this. I was responding like a woman who had been starved sexually.I knew I shouldn’t be allowing any of this, but God help me, I felt powerless to resist. I wanted, no, actually, I needed his touch. His fingers moved from my clitoris to my vaginal opening, and he inserted two fingers inside of me. From this angle,. I knew in a flash what I’d do. Transforming into what I thought a Dom should be, I looked at her, grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her toward me, and looked her right in the eyes. “Strip,” was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her eyes back to me mine by holding her chin and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded. I stepped back and crossed my arms to watch. She started by taking off her t-shirt. Then her shorts. Then I told her, “Stop.” Then I just looked at her. She.