It’s safe to assume that no two women would react the same way, but I think it’s pretty intuitive to assume that none of the typical male fantasie... would be part of the agenda unless they somehow fit into the framework of the woman’s wants and desires. It is these scenarios that fascinate me and about which I attempt to create my story lines. Let’s explore what, specifically, might occur in a realistic domination scenario. At first, I started by imagining what I might do, if the roles were. She was too smart to be so young, but I knew she would keep things interesting.One of the best things for men about living in this time and place was that the women took care of all the little details and usually got huffy if a man tried to help them. The men didn't need to worry their thick skulls about domestic duties.After we'd eaten, all of them left me to my own devices, even Lanita, while they were off to clean and put away the bowls then buttonhole Matatu and Zakat about the evening's. I joined Gail for dinner at her beautiful home. Her husband was gone and it was just the two of us. We had a little wine to start and she had prepared a very nice dinner. I only remember one dish, which was artichoke leaves dipped in butter. As she showed my how to eat I watch as she slid her teeth across the leaf to get the tender meat at the root. I could picture her teeth sliding down my cock with her tongue licking my semen butter from the tip. I am sure my rigid organ clearly outline in. " "What was the spell supposed to do?" "Bring him everything he wanted. Love, wealth, fame, happiness. And it worked, god did it work." Fame? A glimmer of recognition sparked off the back of my brain. "What's your last name, Pamela?" "Stuart." Oh crap. "And your husband is John Stuart?" She nodded. Christ, I should have recognized her from the beginning. But who would expect to find a senator's wife about to jump off a bridge? "So you think your husband used a magik book to make himself famous,.