(Photo 'blackmail' can accelerate things nicely)From an entirely personal space my big thing is control and domination, can't explain it, don't really... question it, I just accept it and have, much later in life, done something about it!There is no bigger turn on for me than to see a once macho heterosexual male, made-up, appropriately dressed in her girly finest, on her knees fellating a large penis until it discharges, it's just unadulterated bliss to know I made it happen, the control and. I heard the door opening soon enough to stop, but I couldn’t turn over. Unless, dad pulled a shitty on me, he would never know. He pulled a shitty and said, “Come on, Lets eat”. And he waited there for me to get up. My boner was obvious and he just looked at it and smiled.He shook my neck playfully and said “Just like your old man hungh. The wind blows and we get a hardon!After dinner, I was cleaning up the dishes and heard some of what mom and dad were saying. Dad told mom he thought I might. My father was a laborer and my mother was a house keeper. You see, were came to the US from Mexico illegally and had to pretty much stay under the radar.I had an uneventful childhood, my family was close and my parents had good values and tried to teach them to my brother and me as we grew up. But because we were illegals we had to stay to ourselves a lot and I wasn't popular at school and I didn't have any friends to speak of growing up.I guess that's why when Cindy (a white chick who was a. "I have a better idea," he said, "and it will be more discreet."He moved his hands to the bottom of her sweatshirt, then raised them upward along her back, but INSIDE her sweatshirt. "Good idea," she immediately encouraged.He deftly released the clasp of her bra. "Even better!" she murmured.To both tease and please, he didn't go immediately for her breasts, but kept his hands on her back for the moment. He began a gentle massage of her shoulders, kneading the taut muscles. Her gymnastics.