"Strip! Now! On your hands and knees I need a footstool bitch!" Jamie removed his clothes as quickly as he could and got on his hands and knees. The w...man reclined on the sofa lifted her legs and put her black shoes on his back. Found the tv remote and searched the porn channels. On the screen a woman wore a strap on and dominating a submissive young male. Jamie turned to watch the big screen smart tv he moaned and his cock grew closer to the floor.The intruder reached for the big heavy LED. The words of that great American statesman, David Lee Roth in his epic song Mean Streets told the tale of the end of my marriage. "It's all over but the shouting; I come ta take what's mine."I was here for the shouting. I was here to confront the bitch in her lair and let her know that I wasn't quite the fool she thought I was."Hey cowboy, ya want..." The voice was as smooth as honey, and very practiced. Although different from the others before her, it hinted at the same things. I cut her off. "Am I gay?" he wondered. "Perhaps bisexual?" He felt lost and alone. Treva had drifted off to sleep. As she awoke, a smile came across her face. She was overjoyed that this man was able to conquer his fears and give her so much pleasure. She decided that he needed to be comforted and looked up at his face. He was clearly worried at best and more likely thinking of a way out of this. "Baby, don't beat yourself up over it," she told him. As she spoke these words her hand crept down to his cock.. She looked up but couldn't tell if he saw her. (He did).Once she got it going, she was able to turn it up and begin to learn her range. By the time they got back to the terminal, she was enjoying constant sensation, but she was still able to walk and to converse."Wait here," she said.He hustled to get around and open her door. Helping her out of the car and noticing the dazed look in her eyes he got her pointed in the right direction. She was beginning to like him. As she walked down the wide.