She got up and stood in front of me. I was 5'5. She was 5'8.She looked more menacing now. She said not to push her buttons. I told her I would do what... I wanted. She told me to go to my room. I protesed, but she shoved me in command. I stomped all the way to my bed.An hour or two later she came in. She said she was sorry. I told her I didn't give a crap. She said that she wanted to do something special for my 20th birthday, which was in 4 days. She told me it was a complete suprise and I'd have. I made lunch and we sat down for a good chat, she asked me about America and I told her all about it, she went all starry eyes when I told her about the stables, things settled down and I kept Andrew out of my bed, I decided that while I had him in check I would keep it that way, I visited a few conferences with Gerald and enjoyed the travelling and just being with him, he let me have my way quite a lot of the time and he sold me again a couple of times as I dressed like a slut and performed.. His cigarette holder is so long, it juts over myshoulder. When it disappears, I almost shit myself. Again, unnerving silence follows. Then, I can feel the heat at my back. Almostinstantly it is withdrawn. "Oh… not yet" he purrs, almost effeminately. More smoke. "I wouldn'twant to waste one of these fine cigarettes, and besides, the pain is far moresubstantial when the ash is close to the filter." He starts to laugh again,a demented cacophony that rings throughout the room. Then the real pain. After dancing, we got back to his car and I pounced on him as he was leaning up against his car. I wanted him, all of him. His kisses were sweet, yet so powerful in their longing for me. He held me so tight, I felt his dick hardening between us. It made my heart race and made me so turned on. I broke free from him and said, “ I want to taste you.”He smiled and said, “Ok, Guapa.” He inched closer to me and I marveled at the bulge that was straining against his jeans. While staring into his.