This feeling of power had me in its grip too, the second she relaxed, my hand was exploring again, and a third time she went through the motions of a ...massive orgasm. This time I was ahead of the game and withdrew my hand as she began to squeeze. She lay exhausted, collapsed, muttering “Wow” Then in a whisper she said, “god your good at that!” then said in a low voice, “please son, have me now if you are going to, because I won`t be able to last all night at that rate lad,” That was music to. Most guys are legends in their own minds."We sat there, me holding her, and she snuggling into me, watching TV. I got a whiff of myself. "Whew!" I told her. "I need a shower. You OK while I'm gone?" Yeah, I'm good now."I went in and took a long, hot shower, sending most of the infield down the drain. I got out, put on a pair of jogging shorts, and went back to check on Connie; she was still sitting on the couch, holding the ice pack. I sat back down beside her, and held her again. She resumed. "Maybe the first pill wasn't a bust and just took longer to kick in? Maybe I should go get Tony." Gloria got up from the booth and went to find Tony. I began to feel a little light headed, the beat of the music was pounding my chest, and it seemed like all of the lights had a halo effect like seeing headlights through the windshield on a rainy night. It wasn't bad, but I knew this might take a minute to get used to.As I sat there feeling the music, I felt a hand on my cheek. I opened my. I was also amused at how easily she accepted my dominance over her. From the moment I said her name in the parking lot and she assumed I was the author whose stories were stoking her fires she gave up her free will.I have a lot of nasty, degrading activities planned for her. I'm reasonably certain that she is going to experience a lot of second thoughts in the coming week. But when it's all over I think she is going to have nearly as many happy erotic memories as I will.I parked in front of my.