Philip Morton.... Do you know him, she asked. “Do I know him? Do I fucking know him? Yes I fucking know him,” the mantra kept repeating inside hi... head, almost losing control of the steering wheel. He was flying to Malaga the next day and a toothache in Spain was the last thing he needed, so when the pain became too unbearable he had no alternative but to make the call. Brenda was thrilled to hear his voice again, a little disappointed when he skipped the flirtatious telephone sex, surprised. “You should lay back down, girl,” I said, “Your wounds are serious.”“Nah, I’m good,” she responded nonchalantly.“You should listen to your Lord,” I said, adding an edge of authority to my voice.“Why?” she asked.Huh? I was at a loss. Was I using the wrong word in the local trade-speech? How could someone not know why they should listen to a Lord? Was she deliberately defying me? But as I gazed into her eyes, I saw neither ignorance nor defiance. This girl just saw no reason why she should. I'm rock hard right now, not only is she attractive, she's kinda dominating me, and is clearly more powerful than me. Me: "You know, it's going to be hard fucking you with these handcuffs on".Tina: "Don't worry, it won't be you doing the fucking".And with that she started to lower her skirt, revealing a pair of white frilly panties. Again I can feel my rock hard cock pulsating. She takes off her panties, revealing what I thought was a clean shaven pussy, but then she opened her legs.Me: "What. So after that we got more comfortable and discussed much more enjoyable topics of arousal and preferences in positions and styles she asked me how big i was, and I took this as an opportunity to suggest that I send her a photo of my cock and surprisingly enough she accepted and I got up and took off my shorts and lifted my shirt up over my head and wrapped my hand around my already rock hard dick and jacked it a few more times to get some pre cum flowing out of the tip of my thick mushroom.