She was fighting her growing urge to reach for it when suddenly, "I said touch it, Goddamnit! Put your hands on it and stroke my cock, you whore."That... caused her to lift her eyes up to his face. There was no play in his eyes, no indication whatsoever this was a game. She felt a twinge of fear, and a moistening of her pussy lips at the exact same moment. She felt strangely aroused by the prospect of being totally dominated by this giant of a man. Still she remained still, not giving into her. It never shall be, because submission is a journey without end. You will never stop learning how to submit to me because there will always be more that you can give to me.My red rose signifies my dominance and the red color means that I will protect you, even to the point of spilling my own blood to do so. The rose in full bloom means that I am mature and ready to take on such a responsibility as I do this night. Now it is time to exchange our roses." I said."I offer you my rose as a sign of my. I’m comfortable in my own home, the home I built together with my wife — you remember her?’ ‘Oh, that’s so unfair Stan! Of course I remember your wife!’ Denise decided it was time she took a hand. ‘Stan, love, please calm down and think for a minute? Please?’ ‘Calm down!?’ ‘Yes, Stan, we all need to take a breather here,’ Denise told him. She rounded on Anne and told her ‘You too, Anne! We need a time out before someone says or does something we’ll all regret!’ Denise drew a deep breath. ‘Look. There was no way to unlock the bathroom wall door from the outside. When we came out of the bathroom, we turned the corner to find the public restrooms for this train stop. All the kids with me who needed the train to get home went down the stairs like normal. I went up with seven kids to exit at the street level. I pulled them into a used clothes store and quickly got them well-worn hoodies to hide their faces from people searching for them. Two girls held onto my hands as we made our way up.