Finally, after probably about eight minutes of this, with my precum leaking badly, the clerk, whom I knew only as Lupe, came loudly enough to draw the... attention of anyone who just barely set foot inside the men’s room. She squeezed me like a vise again, and there was just no way to pull out in time. I spurted in three or four significant, built-up jets, spilling my jizz into her young slit, hoping that she wasn’t fertile right then. I didn’t even know what the circumstances of her marriage were. Parking, heturned the car off and twisted to face me as he continuedto speak.‘The whole point of a submissive is giving me pleasure.Not chatting with ye gives me irritation. And it doesn’tmodify yer behaviour. C’mere, Rachel.’Unwillingly I met his eyes. Pearce propped his elbowon the back of the seat, his head braced on his hand. Withhis other hand he reached out, playing with an errant curlof my hair.‘Next time ye smart off too much or push me authoritytoo far,’ he tugged the strand of hair in. This dance now with you was how we imagined it. Intimate, sensual far more provocative and alluring than coming together for that first time.There are smiles of course, a nervousness for both that adds to, rather than detracts from the heightened sensuality that pervades the very air we breathe. The very bed that monopolizes the room is more hindrance than help for what is now needed, desired. Though no doubt, the bed will itself come into play later, but again, much, much later."Dance for me,". “Why don’t you tell me about your evening?” he asked as he sat down on the couch. “Ok, if you really want to hear about it.” “I do.” “Well I started out at McKinleys and thought about what you said. I started to drink a little and soon had met this woman. Her name was Susan and she was beautiful. She was about 5’9” 175lbs and had perfect curves. Her breasts were large and her nipples matched. We started to talk and I soon found out she had never been with a woman before and her husband had.