No one is coming torescue me, that's plainly obvious. Before long, dad will have moved meout of Leeds and somewhere more remote- possibly even to anot...her country-and the only options I will have for my life are 'boy' or 'death'. Andright now, I know exactly which one of those I'd prefer.As we walk back through the crowded restaurant, I stare at the busystreet outside. Cars are rushing past at 30mph. It'd be no trouble, notrouble at all to simply run out in front of one of them, bring. "Yes, it could have been," Jennifer said. "I could have been forced to perform calculus at the age of seven, like you have done to our kids."Jim looked her in the face for a long moment, before he raised just one eyebrow.The kids choose that moment to run back into the bridge area. They had decided to play their favorite game, 'Hunt the Bug-eyed Monsters', and they just had to see if Dad would play it with them. Jim had taught them the game after a trip to Disney World. He had gotten the idea. She, mostly, acceptedit but it seemed she was more wanting a "man's man" which I was not. Iwas too passive, I always felt like the "secondary" in the relationship.It didn't dawn on me until many, many years later (15 years later, to beexact. 15 years without any kind of serious relationship) what I wanted,but wasn't sure how to get it.I wanted to be in a "Female-Led Relationship." I'd read plenty ofstories about feminine domination and such but never really latched ontoit being something I. He was firming up now, his cock’s head pushing into my greedy throat. My fingers gripped his shaft, stroking quickly up and down his length as I spat on it again. I stroked him with my hand, slobber dripping from his cock in long strings. Again I spat. He was opening his belt, dropping his pants to give me better access. I sucked his left testicle into my mouth, stroking his slick shaft with my hand. I was working it like a whore. Jerry watched me suck his cock back into my mouth, bobbing my.