)We were laying in my bed that morning, pleasantly relaxed, and Kathy was running her fingers idly over my chest. We had had great, loving sex the nig...ht prior, and we had awakened rested, glowing, and in love.“So,” she asked, as if some thought had just now occurred to her, “I got you something for Father’s Day!”“Huh? Why would you do that?”She looked up at me, innocence written large, and falsely, upon her face. “Whatever do you mean?”“Honey, why would you buy me something for Father’s Day?. Slowly I could see his trembling hands on my back moving around. In a shaken up voice he said “Please do me, please, again” and . I was like “what’s there baby, u just scared me” he replied “nothing”. He kissed me , and I kissed back, next he started to move his kisses on my neck , I just got so wild that I got back down on my legs and removed everything off me, by then he had removed his tops and was getting off his half down bottoms off his and I pulled them off. Next we were both standing. It just turned him on to have been brainwashed. With one hand he leaned on the table and with the other hand he fished his cock out again."Damn is this control hot." He moaned and started jerking off. It wasn't long before he was standing wide-legged in front of the computer, jerking his cock with both hands and getting more and more excited about how he had been broken. But just before he could spurt out, he stopped, moaned in annoyance and pulled out his cell phone, pointed the camera at his. Pretty much the definition of a bachelor pad. There were nice reproductions from the museum on his walls, though. I went to the window. It looked like we were on the third floor of a low-rise building. Typical California suburbia. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Mostly bare, some bread, cold cuts, beer. The cupboards didn’t contain anything that piqued my appetite. I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa in front of the television. I picked up the remote and.