The fact that I had a nine inch chunk of man meat between my legs insured that I could get the job done, much to the woman's enjoyment. I loved to dom...nate these women with my pulsing cock, turning them into my personal cum sluts.This could be said about the last couple that I dominated a few days ago, Mr. J.T. Powell and his lovely wife, Janet. She was twenty five and they had been married four years ago. They had no children and she caught him playing in a hot tub at a party with a couple of. "I suppose you can't," Melinda sighed. I didn't dare believe she waschanging her mind, of course. "Tell you what," she held up a finger asthough she was trying to sell me a new car. "If you grind against someonefor ten seconds, it'll 'reset.' How does that sound?"I paled a bit. "G-Grind?" I didn't like the sound of that.For the first time, Melinda looked surprised, "You know," she said,"grind." She pressed her crotch up against me and began to do a rathersensual looking dance and she did indeed. Beth looked at me in triumph, then closed her eyes to bask in the feeling. I reached up to massage her sensitive breasts, and she started rocking, keeping me deep and just stirring me within her. Her breathing became rapid and more ragged. It didn't take long until I grabbed her hips and filled her with cum a second time.Beth felt me throbbing inside her and looked at me with happy satisfaction.After I had finally softened completely, she rolled off and nestled against my side.I said, "I don't. I suspect that would be too intimate a question for her to ask without some encouragement, and for whatever selfish reason I didn't offer any.A couple weeks before the final exam, Kendall and I were sitting in the empty lecture hall to avoid a light rain outside. When the conversation eventually wound down we remained seated in companionable silence. I'd enjoyed getting to know her, and wanted to keep her as a friend. And who knew what could happen in the future, during the minimum six more.