Puternic felt he was in control, so Alexa's plead to have her neck released was easily granted. Besides that, he could anticipate her thoughts and plans. She was adjusting herself to her new status, struggling to understand how to behave: why should he make it harder? As a leading male, he should guide her. He bent his torso and laid his hands on her shoulders, caressing both of them as he admired the curvaceous beauty embodied in Alexa's body.<br/><br/>For one reason or the other, his sack was far more sensitive than his penis, possibly as sensitive as his gland. Puternic knew it and in the first date, he was giving Alexa the privilege of toying with it. As Alexa targeted the base of his member, right where his scrotum and his penis meet, the effect was the greatest  she could achieve. Even though Puternic was getting ready for shivering, nothing would have prepared him for what followed. It was as if her tongue had been specially designed to meet that spot in his body: her softness, wetness and temperature conspired to make him more than shiver. He jerked backwards, nearly stepping out of the grip of Alexa. His back hit strongly the wall, forcing his head down, just in time to meet her question.<br/><br/><strong>"I know you can make it better"</strong>, a panting Puternic replied with equal wickedness, trying to recover himself but, at the same time, getting ready for what was to come as he delved his fingers into the wall to make sure he would resist her next attempt to please him.