The guard drove off, leaving Marcia and the prisoner stood together on the driveway."So ... Jack ... you ready to get started?" she said, smiling brig...htly."Sure thing, Maam." Gosh, all this 'Maam' business ... wouldn't you rather call me Marcia?"Jack shrugged."They said to call you Maam." Because I'm the governor's wife?" I guess."Marcia stifled a giggle."Ok, I suppose I can get used to it. Let's go out back and I'll show you what's what."She moved off around the side of the house and Jack. What does that mean? It means...”“It means that you are a bisexual guy who is an alpha in all aspects of your life except in your relationship with a person you care about. And the dom/sub thing is the essence of your sexual nature. You like the power of that type of sexual position.”I nodded.“So you understand?”“Of course. I like it too. I just can’t seem to find the kind of man who can relate to my desires,” she replied. “I’m really dominant and really kinky when allowed to release that part. Well, obviously it was the guy in the car who was in heaven. I was sitting on a hillside amid the poison ivy trying to play with myself through my heavy blue jeans without having Tommy think I was being queer about it. 13 year olds are like that.Just a couple of weeks later I had my first real sexual experience. Once the hormones start running, they don't rest, I've found out. I'm still waiting for a breather, frankly.I was at Jimmy Vertis' house, and his parents were gone for the night. A. Maybe almost as much as I cared about her, I hoped. *** I had figured out that Becky’s bra was a front hook number, and I slowly undid the three little hooks. The bra cups lurched forward as it came undone and I pulled the harness off her shoulders. Her breasts were a little smaller than I had imagined, beautiful coconut sized globes that would look quite large on most women’s frames, but seemed almost lost on Becky’s barrel chest. Her nipples were the incredible part, enormous dark red puffy.