I'm trapped, there's no way I can free myself... I'm completely atyour mercy..." she laughs at how that sounded coming out of her mouth."How does it f...eel?" he asks her, "Do you like the feeling?" It feels weird... I don't remember ever feeling so out-of-controlbefore. It's kind of cool, I guess. Makes me nervous on the one hand,knowing I can't stop you from doing anything you want to me, but on theother hand it's kind of calming knowing that I don't need to make anydecisions..." We'll get a few. It didn’t take long. The door next opens, a guy puts in some tokens, starts watching some porn and whips out his dick. Yes, I was nervous, but in a good way. I hadn’t sucked a dick in a long time, but I really wanted to. I give the guy that sign, with my fingers, he looks through the hole and sees a panties, nylons, heels and my very big and hard dick through the sheer black panties. His comes through the holes right away. It had some pre cum at the very tip, which I slowly licked off. I wanted. Her thighs were clenched firmly together and almost immediately she began to lower her skirt again, but I was still holding her gaze and stopped her with a shake of my head. Again, slowly, she raised her skirt to where it had been.I still hadn’t so much as glanced down. I leaned closer and said, “Now… spread your legs for me, like a good girl.”Her eyes closed for a moment, then opened again. The look in them was pleading, and she was biting her lower lip. She was dying to speak, I could. I....I'll suck you off. You'd like that wouldn't you. Wouldn't you like a nice blow job?" I just looked back at the tv and continued to drink my beer. Marsha broke down and sobbed at the kitchen table. "Why John, why" she sobbed into her hands as they covered her face. "You know I love you Marsha...." I said but the words failed me. I coudn't articulate it. I kept watching the ball game on the tube as Marsha sobbed through her grief. Eventually she calmed down. "I'll go put on my.