Why the hell not?

You head down to her apartment, where she meets you outside, dressed in nothing but a trench coat.

"Brrr...it's freezing." Meghan remarked, cuddling up to you in the cab you took there. You are tired of being in control, so you allow her to slide her hand up your thigh.

"Sir....can I call you John? Please? I want to love you, Mr. Chandler."

You smile softly, and nod,"You're in control now, babe."

She eagerly begins to rub your cock....