Men just need to be told what to do. That's it. Or...at least...You do. You know that, even if you'd never admit it. You want to hand over control to me. In some ways you already have. Something about me has you unable to resolve a certain mental....conflict. Of course, I'm the one who triggered it, but you're a little...distracted. Aren't you? If this were the dungeon or a hotel...if you had just got up the ca$h and courage to pay to meet me discretely, perhaps you wouldn't be struggling so hard to keep your desires under wraps. You could close the door and walk away when our time is over. But you let me get inside your head again. So. By the time you jerk your cock to me, I already own your mind.