Wait for instructions

You're not interesting in getting into a power struggle with Tyrone because you know that in reality you hold the power. You can say 'no'. Pulling the phallus from your mouth, it swinging it around as I think about what comes next, edging. You look at Tyrone expectantly and he responds.

"OK. We've had a series of you on your back. Lets change it up a bit. That things got a suction cup on the bottom of it. Lets stick it to the coffee table and have you impale yourself on it."

You note that lack of inflection in his voice. Although the words were there to sound like a question the tone and pace were not. But its not as if its the worlds craziest demand, its still the same action just in a slightly different pose. You swing your legs off the sofa and stand up. He hobbles round to the opposite corners of the table, holding up the camera and looking through the view screen in turn.

Now you're doing nothing you become increasingly aware of your situation. Standing naked in a Californian hotel holding a big dildo you are about to sit on so a guy you scarcely know can take pictures to post on the internet. It's insane! But its also liberating and exciting, and it makes you feel attractive and wanted. Tyrone nods and says.

"Stick the dildo on this corner, about there."

Pointing to a spot about eight inches in. You walk round, naked except for heels you can feel how your hips swing and Tyrone seems to note it, the next few steps you find it hard not to emphasize it, crossing your legs across each other. Tyrones eyes are feasting on you and it makes you feel sexy. You know you shouldn't and it's probably kind but cruel but you step between Tyrone and the table, turn 180 degrees and bend only at the hips down to the coffee table, bending far more than you need to before slapping the big black dong on to the surface. You squeeze and pull the cock up a bit to make sure its attached, the action doubling up as giving the shaft a little faux handjob.

Tyrones mouth hanging open as he gazes at your ass. As you bent forward your ass was naturally pushed back and is hovering less than six inches from his crotch, the outline of Little Tyrone clearly visible, the trouser leg it is snaked down tight and stretched, struggling to keep it at bay. You turn your head more and look at his face, his eyes flick up to your own and he says.

"Sweet Jesus girl. I gonna' ask a favour. It's not how I like to do business 'cuz I don't think it's professional. But can I please take Little T before you cause me an injury?"

Getting his cock out is the first step to other things involving his cock and they are off the table. But on the other hand you have sort of been teasing him and it's clearly causing him some genuine anguish.