"Want to drive it?" Sure."He walked around and got in on the passenger side. "Start her up and let's take her out." I started the car, and the engine ...purred. It was a real engine, and I could sense the power.Nice, it's his car. He's the owner. He came out because the two other salesman he has working the floor right now didn't want to be bothered talking to a young kid like you. He wants to teach them a lesson and sell you this car. He'll take $2,800 plus your Chevy in trade. I think that's. Cinnamon looked at him in a way she wanted to fuck him instead of Mike. In the back of Cinnamon mind, she was saying “Mike is no where big as Lucky. A shame he is confined in a wheelchair with all that black meat”. By now, Lucky didn’t give a fuck. He treated this as a real porno and started stroking himself vigorously. Cinnamon started unbuttoning Mike jeans and pulled out his dick slowly. Mike was rocked hard but his cock looked like a banana to Lucky’s plantain. Lucky sensed this… “Roll. .Jim parked the car in the driveway, walked up the door and put his key in the lock. He turned the lock, but noticed it was already unlocked, so he opened the door and walked in. "Linda.." he said out loud, assuming she had left the door unlocked. "You have to remember to lock the door!"Jim started climbing the stairs, and heard a woman giggling from the bedroom. It sounded like Linda's laugh. Jim took a peek into the ajar door to his bedroom, and saw Linda and Terrence in a dep embrace in. I was conflicted. I certainly don’t believe that I’m a submissive, so I have to believe that it was you, but that doesn’t make sense either, you’ve never tried to assert yourself in any way. If anything, you’ve always treated me kindly and with respect.”“Adam, one thing you should understand. In a healthy Dom/sub relationship there needs to be respect in both directions.“Without respect, it is too easy for it to become an abusive relationship.”There was a pause.“Adam, I need some time to.