“I want you to touch me wherever you want. I want you to tell me exactly how you want to make me come. And then I’ll allow it.”“Are you submit...ing to me?” I ask as I try to move my mouth so I can lick her neck.She pulls my hair gently so my lips can’t reach her and I’m forced to look into her eyes again.“No silly girl. I don’t submit. I’m allowing you to choose how you have me.” She moves her own tongue up the length of my jaw. “Allow you to make me come.”She moves her hands down to cup my own. I finished my second whiskey and then got up and emptied some more of the bottle into my class as I heard him walk up the stairs and then into the bedroom. I finished my third, large, measure, and then, placing the money safely into my bag I walked nervously up the stairs. I knocked, gently on the door. Donald was lying on the bed, watching something on the TV, naked and stroking his already hard cock. I was shocked to see how large it was and looked from him to the television. It was a loud. "I'm sorry but this may have to wait for some other time, I'm in rehearsal right now, Denise." My friends call me De-De!" replied the pretty brunette. "I couldn't wait for some other time..." Why not come to the house? Come to dinner. Anytime, but not now! I've got a show to do in half an hour!"Denise sized Andy up. Good looking in a serious sort of way. Definitely not the type who could handle a hot little bitch like Lola. She bet they had their troubles. In fact, she was counting heavily on. She marched over to me like a woman on a mission. She kissed me hard while she started dragging me to the couch. She fell to her back pulling me on top of her. I had the sweatshirt off in no time and was thrilled at the lack of a bra. After a few minutes of wild and unorganized groping, she rubbed my crotch outside my pants and said, “I want to feel you in me.” I know that sounds like something from at least half of every erotic story ever written, but I swear that’s an exact quote. I can still.