I considered the fact that Heather and I were just another battle in the gender war. I was a patriarchal, male-centrist and wasn’t afraid to admit i...t. If I could fuck her that would validate every chauvinistic bone in my body. This was a battle I had to win. * * * * * It was that weekend I realized her advantage in this gender war. Heather had the power to control me from afar, even if she didn’t realize it. I had taken home one of those secretaries or assistants she mentioned, just for my own. “Yes Steve, seven had stuck in me; he pulled them out and that was more painful than when I sat on them.”“Did you like it?”“God Steve, it was incredible and I loved it!”She told me that he told her to walk to the stage and stand by the table, she did as she was told and he then placed five roses on the table and he lifted her up and sat her on them. The thorns again dug into her cheeks.“I bet that was painful,” I asked.“It was Steve but it was amazing.”She told me that he tied her hands above. Fucking bitch. I'll give him a reason to fucking cry.I stepped into the room still naked with the biggest hardon I’ve ever had. Nick, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs looked up at me, and then at my hard dick. He stared at it for what seemed like forever. And I watched as a bulge apprehended in his pants and then grew. Larger and larger. I was silently amazed at how big this cocksucker’s dick was. Cocksucker. "Are you a fucking cocksucker?" I asked vilelyHe. I suppose she could have just got tired of looking up at the man and stepped-up so they would be eye-to-eye, but I would have been better with that assumption if I hadn't thought of what raising her arms might have done to the hang of that shirt in front. In the back, about half her ass was in view. From where I was standing, nothing convinced me that it wasn't open enough to let him see everything there was to see.Angry with the images my mind was conjuring, I left the bedroom window and.