Perhaps she was indeed feeling a little lonely. I happened to
look back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. Sex She shouldn’t; she was
dominant, and the dominant do not cater to such requests from their
submissives. “Yes, I … Yet
when I thought about it, it made sense; she was doing it completely by
her own choice, and not mine. It wouldn’t be fair for me to
hold back when she was willing to reveal something personal about
herself. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire character felt. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom. Betty looked at me and smiled. I opened the bottle and took a seat on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cups. The feelings that went through me at that moment, and what I saw in
Betty’s eyes when she looked at me convinced me right at that moment
that there was one thing that was certain. Betty strode over to it, grabbed it from the table and presented it
to me. She used two fingers to
vigorously stimulate me right at the most sensitive spot about a third
the way down the shaft from the head.
