"Need to cum!" He said and watched as Connie dropped to her kneesHe stroked furiously as she looked up at him and the first load of sperm erupted from...his cock as he watched.Connie felt the first load of cum splatter on her face! She could hear him moaning as his balls emptied onto her waiting face. She suddenly felt her body convulse in a milder orgasm than before but it was coupled with the pleasure of pleasing her man!More and more cum coated her face as she opened her eyes and watched the. It is not the well-honed collection of muscles and sinew or the smoothness of his movements. It is the living, breathing combination of it all. Power radiates from within him.These are the moments that cement a sense of security. I am both in danger and safe. How does a woman explain the feel of belonging to such a man?He makes me forget myself.When he finds a safe spot, he turns to me. Running his hand up the back of my thigh, growling when he discovers I have no panties on. Our kisses are. “What sort of stuff does he like to watch you do?” Hank asked as his hands reached her bra.“Pretty much everything, even wash dishes.” She said and pushed her ass into him slightly.Hank got the message loud and clear and squeezed her massive tits through her bra. She flinched and drew in another breath. He saw her lean her head back and stop washing the dish. She held onto the dish and the rag but leaned back against him.“I can understand that, you are beautiful.” Hank said as he ran his. The door light blinks green and we slip into the room. It's quite dark, the light dimmed low. The room is tidy, the four-poster bed made. There's a bottle of champagne resting in cooler in one corner. And there she is: bound and blindfold, kneeling submissively in the center of the room. He told her he wanted total obedience. That she should please sexually whoever came into the room as eagerly as if it was him, and it would be up to him whether he would come, or give the card to someone else..