The vibration on the anal plug was still on – although mildly, it did not seem to bother him. He laid there still without even flinching. I wanted t... reward him for his complete submission. But the sadist in me was enraged that he came without asking permission.So, I decided to punish him first – push him to his edge and then deny the orgasm again. His cock was fully erect and leaking precum. It was yummy to look at – I wanted it in my mouth. But instead, I ran my toes over his cock. He. For the uniting of passions, of emotions, of all manner of things yet not found, yet still very close at hand. All other things did not matter, just the hear and now of this instant, with one holding her close, willing to teach and share with her in a special way. As he continued his work, tongue, lips, breath and hands made magic happen of their own accord, no arcane spells needed, just the experience of one well practiced. One hand slid to her back at the spine, gently swirling in a series. Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist; they put up a sign reading: 'Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors."The town council was livid and insisted they change it.So the docs changed it to read: "Schizoids and Hemorrhoids."This was also not acceptable so they again changed the sign to read:"Catatonics and High Colonics" - no go.Next they tried: "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives" - thumbs down again.Then came "Minds and Behinds" - still no good.Another. She returned and handed a sheet of paper to the Dean."Thanks. Hmm. That large room is marked 'Lab.' There's your office and one beside it marked 'Storage' and 'CSIRO' in pencil. Two offices are Mackie and Goldstone. I've never heard of them." Nor I."He typed on his keyboard. "Goldstone retired in '94. Mackie seems to have been a visitor from Adelaide in '01-'02. It looks as though the outgoing chair was hoarding space." He thought for a minute or two. "What if I say no?" Two options: I look for.