Then there’s the embarrassment of being on display in that position for an elderly Japanese gentleman and a teenage girl. Toss in a liberal dose of ...pain over the most sensitive area of her body and I suppose she has a lot to complain about.She’s certainly trying. She’s shaking her head violently and the look in her eyes speaks volumes. She’s grunting and groaning through that ring gag and making noises that would be words without the gag there. I don’t need to hear the words, though. It’s. "Hi, this is Gary," he said after a couple of rings."It's John," I said."Thanks for calling John," he said, "I enjoyed having you over last night." It was shocking how confident he sounded; there was no preamble or skirting the topic, and I immediately felt unable to take control of the conversation."You looked nice in those clothes John," he said, "but I'm expecting a better effort for our next date." Next..? Uh, better effort?" I stuttered."Sure. I mean, you have some nice lingerie, but I'm. When I reached the back of the car, I saw that there was an old man in a trench coat and a cowboy hat bent over the dead dog. The dog was an odd mix, I couldn’t figure the breed, but it was big. Anyhow, when the guy saw me standing there he grinned. It didn’t look right. Maybe it was the reflection of the yellow lights from my car on his face, but that grin didn’t look right at all. ‘Hey mister, is that your dog?’ Nothing. No reply. ‘It’s real slick. I couldn’t see him till we were right on. Then my whispers began, past your crumbling defenses and straight inside your mind. Telling you how delicious I would make you feel. Telling you how I understood your needs, your desires, your cravings. All you need to do is let go. Let me take control. Submit. You let me in, little girl. You let my words and my naughty, nasty promises inside your head. You let my kisses and licks slowly melt your willpower and resolve. You let my fingers and my tongue arouse you, leaving you needy, wanting,.