Margaret had scribbled "It doesn't matter" and Ginger coaxed her again. She shook her head and he persisted. She scribbled something else and he read ...he words upside down before she had finished."What was on your hand?" What do you mean?" He was all innocence. It was a gamble but he figured the question indicated was hooked and he was reeling in slowly rather than risking breaking the line with too crude or smart a comment."I could smell something on your hand."Ginger tried to look puzzled.. "No, Callie, that was beautiful. You are beautiful." Well, I've never done that. I didn't mean to pee on you. I didn't even know I had to pee. I hope it didn't gross you out." Callie, that wasn't pee. That was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever seen, from an amazing woman. There is nothing gross about that." We cuddled for a few minutes, kissing, hugging, and then Callie suggested that we move to her bed for the night. I corrected her. We'd move to what used to be her bed. And we did.We made. Men who dominate. Even more satisfying than the friction on my hard cock as it forces open their anal sphincter is the astonished look on their face when they realize what's being done to them.Take, for example, the job we handled last month. The perp was a biker, a real gem of a human being. He was a six-foot-four, 280-pound bruiser who was quite adept with knives, brass knucks, and chains. The guy had a rap sheet as long as your arm -- rape, robbery, aggravated assault, and various other. His cock was beautiful, amazingly, as brown as he was. He was the first guy I had been with that was cut. His helmet pointed up to his bellybutton, I gently took it in my hand and guided it to my mouth." Fuck!" Halle moaned. She stood up and pulled off her short shorts. Lyla found that she was liking the effect her story was having on her. Halle kicked of her flip flops and sat on the floor with her legs wide, flicking her bean."My mouth was dry, it took a few spits before it glided easily. It.