“Is this better?”
“Much better, yes.”
His tongue felt very nice after he switched to less pressure, but after my huge orgasm the night before, I wasn’t terribly horny. Black porn Robert was kneeling beside me, and he was worried about me. I screamed, I cried, I gasped, I bucked. At some point I finally remembered poor Robert’s head between my legs and I unclamped them. Oh, yeah, I had an explanation for that. I had recorded the Ya-Ya Sisterhood months before and never watched it, since Robert never wanted to. I was having an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. I felt his cock enter me and hit my A-spot on the back wall at almost the same time. I started it up and Robert came running back with my sandwich. Memory is a notoriously fickle thing, and this would be another interesting test. Robert did not complain. My problem with a very good test of post-hypnotic suggestion was finding something Robert was morally opposed to that wouldn’t get him in trouble if he actually did it. Robert was kneeling beside me, and he was worried about me. I switched on the transmitter
