You are mine and I shall direct you as I please." She swallowed her last sip of champagne then smiled at him, "Yes Sir," she murmured, looking intentl... into his eyes as the car came to a stop at the restaurant. Chapter 7 The dinner was quite an adventure. She was not allowed to order as he took care of the entire meal himself. The wine was exquisite, the meat was tender and flavorful, and the dessert was light and creamy. The under the table action kept her in a complete state of arousal. His. I looked up into his hungry eyes, licking my lips with my tongue.I leaned forward and put my hands on his powerful chest, raking my fingers down and over his firm stomach."I could do anything at all. I know I have been a bad girl. I know I need to be punished. You could make do bad things... things good girls shouldn't do."My hands fumbled with his belt. I kneeled in front of him and pulled down his zipper. Then I gasped when a throbbing slab of black meat popped against my face. It was as big. I looked up, and standing there was someone I fuzzily recognized, but just couldn't put a name to the face. "Cindy? Cindy Clark? Is that you?" I looked at his face, and remembered it was Stan, the teacher from the western part of Illinois, That I had met when Bonnie and I had gone to Las Vegas, for that conference. I said "STAN? My God, what has it been? 6 years?" I was flabbergasted at seeing him again, and almost immediately my mind went back to Vegas, and the feel of that foot long cock, and. As a young gay guy, I could never take my eyes off his crotch. As good looking as Richard was, I never understood why he didn't have a wife or girlfriend.Midway through the evening, Richard came over to congratulate me. After some chit chat, I was getting a stiffie standing so close to this stud of my dreams. Richard looked down to see my tented shorts. "A little problem down there, Trevor?" I stammered and blushed. The fact that he noticed my erection got me even harder. I wished Jason had.