This isn’t like a Borealan gun, the recoil doesn’t come from a bullet being fired out of a barrel, there’s no gunpowder, no explosion, the kinet...c energy is coming from the dampeners on the rail, see these springs here?”I pointed to two twin coils on either side of the rail gun’s barrel, she leaned in to see more closely, and nodded.“When the tungsten slug leaves the barrel, the whole assembly rocks back on these springs, and they dampen the recoil, so that kick is coming from lower down the. I nearly passed out from the sight of her vagina and the little bit of fluid still coming out of it. I had to close my eyes and mentally brace myself before I could go on, and couldn't stop the shakiness when I said to her, "Tell me when you feel you're about to start pushing again, then after I form a share link with you, push as hard as you can, all right? It should give you a big enough boost of energy to pop that watermelon of yours right out." Then get ready to catch, cause here IT COMES!". I wanted to bring him to the edge but not over, not yet. As I licked him he rubbed my nipples soft then hard depending what I did with my mouth. I scooted him forward and rubbed his balls and anything else that came to mind. This was too much as the blindfold was ripped off and I was thrown to the floor. His mouth was on me, his tongue in me. He had reached the point I wanted for him not realizing what splendor it . ” “Didn’t you say he likes you to be the dominant one?” Jen nodded and took a sip of wine. “Well then,” I said it as if that’s all I needed to say—that those two words were sufficient explanation. There was a pause in the conversation. “It’s not up to him to question me.” “That’s right.” “I’ll do as I please.” “And did that please you?” “Yes, it bloody well did.” “Well then.” I raised my glass to her and toasted, “To doing what bloody well pleases you.” We both drained our glasses. We sat and.