And, in fact, we got asked to do stuff we hadn't thought of; I couldn't believe how crude and nasty that show was. It was like it was being run by a w...ole different group. These guys apparently enjoyed hearing women grunt when they had sex, enjoyed seeing their hair pulled, enjoyed watching them humiliate themselves by having their hands tied behind their back while they duck-walked across the stage blindfolded to try to find their handler's cock with their mouth.The good news was: We didn't. Thicker. Yours, baby, doesn'tcome close. So I need to take control and work you to satisfy me. Youwant me to be satisfied, don't you?He did, he said.You want me to be happy?Oh, yes.So don't worry. We'll work around the fact that your package is a tinyone.He had never thought of himself as having a small one, much less tiny. Average, he would concede. But small? And she had gone from litle totiny in a few sentences.He said, sounding a little peevish, that his wife had never. I decide to do it and stop peeing, but then she takes the initiative from me. She puts her hands on her hips, grabs her panties and pulls them a little way down her thighs. At the same time, her dress falls and hides her panties, but she pulls it up again. Her bare, plump buttocks appear. There's a glimpse of black pussy hair at the bottom of the butt crack. I start to pee again. I enjoy the sight of her wonderful behind while I pee on it. The stream swings up and down and from side to side all. It didn't take many thrusts in her CC-trained ass before I dumped a load in her. Fred was frantically jerking off. That night I took Fred to the DNA Club. It was his style. "Don't let me down, white boy," I warned. Fred was quiet. I gave him a hit of bourbon and led him inside the all-male club. I gave Fred strict instructions on how much the night's take must be for him to have a home. I ordered a drink at the bar and watched Fred mingle. Someone pushed him down. He immediately started.