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she asked.
    “Your actions, behaviors…”
    “We just met, you haven’t seen me do anything,” she interrupted.
    “Can I have the freedom to touch you?” I asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I want to touch you, but I don’t want to if it makes you uncomfortable,” I explained.
    “Yeah, sure. To prove a point, I suppose. Yeah, go ahead,” she agreed.
    We had walked away from the keg, and were talking beside some of the motorcycles, a distance from most of the other people attending. I reached up slowly and placed my hand on her neck lightly.
    “How does that make you feel?” I asked.
    “You r hand?”
    I nodded.
    “Indifferent. Nothing,” she responded.
    I tightened my grip and leaned close to her ear.
    “I want to shove you down onto your knees, and watch you suck my big cock like a good girl. Watching you do that would please me greatly. You want to suck my big cock and make me very happy, don’t you?” I asked.
    “Right here?” she turned her head and asked.
    I nodded.
    She turned her head slowly and looked around the crowd. As she looked back in my direction, she shrugged.
    I raised my eyebrows.
    “Maybe over by the trees,” she offered.
    I let go of her neck.
    “What? Not what you wanted to hear?” she asked.
    “No, I proved my point,” I said.
    “What? How does that even prove anything?” she asked.
    “How did that make you feel when I squeezed your neck and whispered into your ear?” I asked.
    “It was a huge turn-on,” she responded, “what did you expect?”
    “Well, it was what I expected, but it isn’t typical,” I laughed.
    “Of who?” she asked.
    “Of anyone that isn’t submissive,’ I answered.
    She took a sip of her beer, “Whatever.”
    “Whatever? You seriously think that wanting to drop to your knees and suck a guy’s cock that you never met before is typical?” I asked.
    “Well, now that you put it that way, I don’t know. But you squeezing my neck and whispering in my ear was hot. I probably would have done about whatever you asked or told me to, I’m gonna guess,” she said.
    “Well, that’s submissive behavior,” I chuckled.
    “Well, if you say so, I guess so. So what now?”
    “I’d like to know more about you. It’s Serena, right?” I asked, knowing the answer.
    “Yeah. Parsons. Serena Parsons, and you are?”
    “Ead, Erik Ead.” I extended my hand.
    She took my hand into hers and squeezed lightly. As she did, she looked up and made eye contact. It wasn’t typical for what I was used to in a woman this age, but submissive behavior set aside, she had a nice polite personality, great posture, and a fabulous body. She was extremely small, but very well proportioned for her size.
    “So, you want to go out some time this week?” I asked.
    “During the week is bad for me. The weekend, sure,” she responded.
    “Weekend it is,” I muttered as I pulled my phone from my back pocket.
    “Blackberry, huh?” she laughed, “who carries those things anymore?”
    “I hate spending money on phones,” I laughed, “let me get your number.”
    The first night we had sex was an interesting one. I was determined to prove to her that she was submissive. I thought as we were driving to the bar after eating of ways to test her submissive limits.
    “So, you want to go back to your house?” she asked.
    “It’s being remodeled,” I lied, “It’s nowhere near presentable.”
    “Well. We could go to my apartment,” she offered.
    “Bar or apartment?” I asked.
    She looked like she was contemplating her answer.
    “Turn on Oliver you remember how to get there?” she asked as she pointed north on Douglas.
    “Yes, I remember,” I answered as I turned on Oliver and drove toward her apartment.
    I looked around the apartment as I stood in the living room. A chair, love seat, and a sofa were in the fairly large living area. The kitchen was open to the rest of the house, and consisted of a bar style eating area. The bar was littered with four