" She leaned forward, leaning her elbows on the desk and steepling her fingers. "I do not `lose', Mr. Harris. Do not make the mistake of underestimati...ng me."Harris felt a momentary chill, as if someone had just peered into his very soul. This meeting was not going the way he expected. The old bat was definitely not intimidated - not by his wealth, nor his power, nor the city officials he `owned'. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Ron Harris' confidence deserted him. He rose. "You are my slut mistress." No question. At this moment, he owns me. I do not fully embrace my role but I am smothered by the pleasure of being controlled. His finger nails dig into my skin holding my face so tightly. His reddened cock is fiercely hard. His fist slowly stroking down, up, down, up. Squeezing the head, milking the pre-cum from the slit. I know he can’t wait for me to tease his cock head with my juicy lips. Then my tongue will lick up the underside of his shaft, back up to his. John could hear nothing over the roar of the bike, through his rolled up window."No time ... no room. Move over, damn it!" John thought. He had no choice. He steered to the left, easing his struggling car towards the biker. The biker veered off and suddenly pulled away in a deafening roar with the acceleration that only a massive V-twin motorcycle can manage. The bike was gone. John was left shaking with fear and rage. He barely noticed the bike brake for the big row of stoplights at the. The man’s finger slides out of you and begins to rubyour clit, slowly applying pressure. Another moanescapes from you as you begin to melt into his arms.The man’s knee spreads your legs apart and bends youover at the waist. You reach out and brace your armsagainst the wall and wait in eager anticipation forwhat will happen next. One hand is placed on the smallof your back and the other grasps his cock and lines itup with your quivering pussy. The man teases you, sliding the head up.