We parted with a final kiss just as the doors opened.We walked the short distance to our room. I opened the door and you walked in ahead of me. As soo...n as we were in the room you turned towards me and we resumed our passionate kissing. We parted and moved further into the room. You took off your jacket and tossed it on the sofa. I looked at you in amazement. You are so beautiful. Your long red hair falling past your shoulders, green eyes looking into mine. Your breasts rising and falling with. Stay put for a moment, if you please."He leans forward, and dishes clatter. They've been spread before us, I realize. Probably on a blanket, like an indoor picnic.Martin rises. His heels tap the floor, and after a few stridesI hear the muffled thump of dishes being set on cloth-covered wood. A table, I guess, or perhaps a sideboard. When he returns, he sets something substantial on the stone floor, which is definitely covered with a blanket or rug.There's a clang and a muffled clatter. A lid. ..but would be happy to oblige, it has to be safe though'.'That's not a problem' I said, as I undid the drawstring on his joggers, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and came towards me sitting on the kitchen chair.His smooth cock was semi erect, but was rock hard seconds after I wrapped my lips around it, licking the shaft and the cum slit with great dexterity. He moaned as I stroked him up and down with my hands, occasionally thrusting into my mouth, which given the size. Emma ponders as she sees this all replayed in front of her, ‘How was I so willing to do what he told me like that? How did he have such power over me from the start?’ She knows the answer deep inside her, she had longed for what Donald offered her from the start so much that complying with each of his commands seems the right thing to do.There is something about his voice and how he so matter-of-factly tells her what to do that it is so easy to follow his directions, still even now. Emma.