The doorbell rings... I'd just come out of the bathroom, freshly showered, when the doorbell rang. Who is that?? I was only wearing my bathrobe when I opened the door. Astonished, I looked at the guy standing in front of me wearing nothing but a towel. I thought to myself: Ahhhh, ok, he's just what I need! ;) He told me that he didn't have hot water and that he really needed to take a shower. He was completely sweaty and his masculine scent aroused me immediately when I smelled him. So I pretended I wasn't horny and let him in so that he could shower with me. When he came out of the shower a while later, refreshed and satisfied, he didn't yet know what was about to happen to him. He asked me how he could return the favor for the shower. But I didn't want to be invited for coffee or dinner. I wanted something completely different... Drop your towel! I said in a demanding voice. His look... Indescribable, between being overwhelmed and horniness. That a woman like me can be so dominant. He had to do everything I wanted, how I wanted it, and for as long as I wanted it... Afterward, he needed another shower, but did I let him?? ;) Would you also do everything, whenever and however I wanted?