Looking down at your ass, I grab the waistband of your panties and peel them back and then down your thighs to your knees, but not off. I feel your ha...nd still on my cock, guiding it to your bare pussy. I rub slowly along your pussy, feeling its wetness, parting your lips with the head of my cock. The shaft slides slowly along you until the head presses against your hard clit and then over it. I resist the temptation of plunging deep into your pussy, content to rub you slowly. You however cannot. "Do you really expect me to care," I continued forcefully, "whether your networks get a piece of me for your air time? I don't think so."Amazingly the woman didn't cave in right then and there. Instead she rallied herself and did her best to look and sound professional as she continued with her pitch. When she blatantly told me that yes I should care, I almost got up and slapped her one. Only the fact that she pressed on without hesitating saved her. That was when I got a lesson on how things. That night, as Cyrus had choked and grind-fucked me into abject submission, he had told his nephew that dominating someone required pushing them beyond reason, beyond instinct, showing them you are completely, totally, unquestionably in control of their body and soul. Tyler may have realized he liked using my body, but had no interest in melding me into a purely submissive sexual being. As his uncle demonstrated, that kind of commitment requires will, resources, and responsibility.For my part,. The final one was a frontal shot. I first noticed his big thick 7” dripping uncut hardon with a huge D-shape Prince Albert piercing. A few moments later, I saw his tattoo above his bushy dark pubes. I knew immediately it was a biohazard tattoo that meant he was POZ. I trembled all over thinking of this POZ hunk giving me a rubdown. I knew since I only wanted a massage, I would go for it. We agreed on a price and I gave him my address. I ran to the ATM to get the cash to pay him and then hopped.