Watching you walk away I notice every male eye in the bar on you and my cock immediately stiffens, begging for freedom.After a short while, you return... with your handbag in your hand, your face red - I can tell you think everyone in the bar is watching you (they are) and that they somehow know your already soaking pussy is within their reach, if not their grasp.You look me straight in the eyes and I see a sudden confidence there, as if the balance of power has suddenly changed. I feel your hand. “I mean, do you go all night, or keep waking up?”“One time we stayed in bed for about twenty-four hours,” Amanda reminisced wistfully, “slept for a bit, fucked, slept for a bit and so on. But we were falling in love.”“Oh,” Zann digested the news, “what happens normally?”“With a normal guy they fuck you and go to sleep. And you might get to cum or you might not.”“Oh. That’s why you said you didn’t pull Derek’s number out of a hat?”“That’s right. We used to call him dial-a-dick Derek” she. Perhaps just not quite young enough for me to fully enjoy taking charge of and controlling—doing what I wanted to do with an early teens boy.After he had taken me to full erection with his mouth, he rose and came up into my lap, holding the root of my cock erect while positioning it at his hole, rubbing it on his rim to help him dilate sufficiently—I am a well-endowed man—and then sliding down on the cock while kneeling on my lap, with his bent knees on either side of my hips, holding onto my. ? ?Less than you have the other times you’ve sucked it?? ?Yes, Sir.? ?That’s alright. You did it anyway, which is the mark of a good slave. I simply wanted to know whether you were like a lot of other guys, and lost your interest for submission and sex after you came. It appears the answer is yes, and there’s nothing wrong with that, particularly if you fight through that and do it anyway. I’ll make that an aspect of your training going forward.? ?Thank you, Sir.? .