Chapter 223 Big Fat Cock:> 72

• "Go ahead, silkstockingslover," I continued, and now her cheeks went ruby red, and her eyes got huge like saucers, "If you're like the submissive characters in most of your stories, then your legs should be getting weak about now, your mind fighting a losing battle, your desire to submit consuming you, and your need to obey me overcoming any last vestiges of your willpower."
• "Kevin..." she repeated, her entire demeanor one of shock, the slowly building look of lust in her eyes giving away the inevitable punch line to this confrontation. Which was very much like I'd just described it to her.
• "Knees," I ordered, just the one word. A word that she herself employed in lots of her stories. A word that always led to the prey sinking to her knees. Soon followed by a cock in the woman's mouth, or her face buried in a pussy. Ironically, it was the same word she was sometimes criticized for overusing. Yet just as she sometimes argued in her own defense, I too couldn't think of another word that could possibly achieve the same impact. Just the one word, uttered with a firm tone, and the new hierarchy was established clearly.