Power. It's just a five-letter word. A simple concept on the surface. But the deeper you dig, the harder it gets to define. And the more you struggle to hold onto it, the more it starts to slide through your fingers. Well, that’s how I felt as I sat next to Becky, my pretty, much younger new girlfriend. Now I know what you're a thirty-something-year-old man, sitting on the sofa with his 20-year-old girlfriend playing with his cock, can't exactly complain. And normally, I'd say you're right. But I wasn't just sitting there with her playing with my cock. No, I was sitting there as she dragged every detail of my wife's affair out of me. Every brutal, embarrassing detail. How I knew what she was doing. How I used to go down on her after she did it. How I just couldn't say stop. It's like every time Becky made me cum, she took another small part of that power. As she pushed my face down between her legs, telling me to clean up the mess I'd just made while I told her how I used to do this to my wife while she was cheating on me, I don't know what happened. But I didn’t fight. I didn’t struggle. I just let the embarrassment wash over me, letting that power slide through my fingers as I surrendered all of it to Becky.