Said with a tint of a wicked smile. "Drink up"Bossy she is, can sort of see what Paul meant.Picked up my drink, hoping it’s not too strong and took ...a big sipThat’s nice, cold, not too much whisky, though did have a funny taste to it. Maybe it’s the whiskey they used, or the coke I guess."And in what way do you like to take control" I asked"Well I get men to do what I want them to do, whether they want to or not" You can't get people to do things they don't want to" Yes you can, you just need. The Mistress looked at me disappointedly, then stepped forward and whispered into my ear that she could see that I was aroused by the position. One hand reached around and gripped my should while the other reached down to my cock and gently gripped it. This only did one thing for my hardness and it wasn’t to make it abate. Now though she dug her long red nails into the rigid member almost drawing blood it seemed. With the sudden pain my cock abated for a moment and the hot yellow liquid. I didn't have my first experience while crossdressed until later in my teens. It was frightening but began a lifelong desire to be used by hung men.My best friend at that time lived on the other side of town in a large 3 storey Victorian terraced house. His parents were regular churchgoers and considered pillars of the community. My friend's father (I'll call him Mr Webster) was straight laced, or so I thought. He had his own study, furnished in period style to match the house. Mrs Webster. . Other nites she kept her phone calls private. I asked her what turned her on the most about him.Her response. "He's black and he sounds like a thug."After about one month, she asked me if I would be willing to meet him. I agreed. We met in a hotel in Delaware, off of I-95. I swear to God. We met him after he knocked on our hotel room door. It was less than 5 minutes before she had his cock in her mouth.I couldnt believe my eyes. My guess is one month of phone talk put her over the.