My wife would pick on minor excuses, such as overcooked toast or weak tea to push me down and sit on me until I apologised profusely for getting thing...s wrong. She would also only agree to let me up after she had moved up onto my face and made me perform long sessions of oral worship and this became the only foreplay she would tolerate.As time passed she became more inventive and designated a wooden bench seat in our back room as her "crushing bench" and would make me lay down while she sat on. No, I am not talking about whips, chains, leather, or any of that kind of shit: Hey, if a man can't dominate me with the equipment God gave him, then how much of a man can he really be? I learned my place in the world young, as my Dada would come into my room late at night on those (frequent) occasions when mom wasn't "in the mood." At first, his m*****ation consisted of moving the underside of his cock back-and-forth over the peach fuzz of my budding sexuality. I actually liked the warm,. ’ Ryan laughed and turned to smile at Brody as he came back. ‘Hi.’ Nate and Mitch called their good-byes and headed out, and Lara walked over to talk to Trout and Annette. Ryan looked up at Brody after her friend left. ‘So, now what?’ ‘I have a plan.’ ‘Okay.’ Ryan shrugged into her coat but didn’t bother zipping it, although she did wrap a purple striped scarf around her neck. ‘Lara’s mom made it for me,’ she told Brody. ‘It’s a good luck charm.’ He smiled. ‘More original than a rabbit’s. She wanted a man as a slave, maybe just for some sexual satisfaction, but still it was enough to make you wander close from time to time, in hopes that you'd hear more. She could have been just teasing, but the tone of her voice seemed a little serious, in a playful kind of way. She must have noticed your attention later, because she sent you this picture, in an envelope, with the panties. Remember the panties, moving over your hands, Steve? They were in the drawer too," suggested the.