"I was just getting my things together to go riding," I replied.
"You want to get lunch first?"
"Hmmm. Well, Satoshi said he was going to ride later in the day, so I guess... sure."
I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and headed to the BT's house. From there, we took her car to lunch since her car is cooler. My car is a Yaris. It's frugal and sensible. Not sexy. She has a TC. It's aggressive with attitude. Also, if we take her car, it's like I have a chauffeur.
The BT said she was craving a Loco Moco. That's an over-easy egg on a hamburger patty, on rice, smothered with brown gravy. So we headed to a popular motel diner. I ate a saimin. That's Hawaii-style ramen. She paid for lunch since she was the one to ask me out. (See The Blonde? The one that asks the other out pays. Normal, eh?)
After we finished eating, The BT wanted to do something else. She missed my birthday the week before, and wanted to do something special to make it up to me. I didn't have any objections. My other option was to hang out with two other people who possess penises. We hopped into the BTmobile and moseyed on out.
The BT brought me to a small, private room where she had me take off my clothes. She was totally in charge of the situation. She was domineering and imperious. She broke me like a wild horse. I had no choice but to obey her every command.
"Take this one. Put this on. Take that off. Put that in. Pull it out."
But even though she was the boss, she was still caring and made sure I was ok.
"How does that feel? Do you like that? Is that nice? You like what you see?"
We did this for about 7 or 8 rounds. By the time we were done, I was broke. I was spent. I was a changed man.
When we started, I looked like this:
Now I look like this:
We went clothes shopping.
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