Goose cursed mentally again when Anna tried to ask why he had used the word again. She was getting into his head and messing up his concentration. However, all thoughts about anything but the nude, young woman before him left when she ran his hands over her breasts. He massaged them until she moved down to tackle his pants. His hips lifted up just in time since she was getting more aggressive. His breath hissed out when her tongue teased his shaft and balls. However, he wondered why she put his hand on his head when her mouth was poised above his cock. Her question confused him even more.<br/><br/>"Do I promise what, Beautiful?" he asked as he slipped his hand down to caress her cheek. "We go as fast or as slow as you wish tonight. You are in control. I will answer any question you ask about sex. I'll even let you stop right now if you wish. I am not your father. I will treat you right."