He grabbed her hand and squeezed back. At that moment, a squirrel darted out in front of the car and he slammed on the brakes. They went flying forwa...rd and then back. Joe, still holding Jess’ hand, went flying back in his seat, his hand with Jess’ still in it, slamming back into his crotch. He gasped in pain and squealed in a high-pitched tone. She could feel a bit of a bulge and, not really thinking, her hand moved around it and applied light pressure. She wasn’t expecting the low guttural. Her mother in law was very cranky character always spying on her where she goes never allowing her to talk to neighbours etc, etc. One day when no body was at home she came to the terrace and was sitting there crying, I saw her and asked her why she was crying and she told me all this, and her hubby also never tells her anything. So she was fed up of them and wanted a change and she would come to my house whenever there is nobody and talk, watch movies etc. I always wanted to touch her feel her. I moved to the left coast and settled in the gay community and lifestyle. One of the bad things about the gay community is the number of Dom’s and Sub’s. For me that was not my thing even the though my screen handle on websites gave the impression of me being a sub. It was just something I used from my college days. The next morning I had an e-mail message with the question, “are you ready to be my bitch boy?” Damn he must have gotten my e-mail from a profile I had created online, otherwise how. I nearly grabbed her then, but somehow still resisted. I looked in wonder at the sweat pearling on her, running down her cheeks, her tits and over her glorious curvy arse to those magnificent thighs. "Turn that off and get your slut arse here." "You sure master, I`m tired but can dance more if you like," She said slyly, knowing she had won. "Do as you are fucking told bitch!" Breathing heavy, her long blond hair plastered to her face she turned the music off and walked over to me, standing.