? "Searle...I like to be punished...I need to be punished." Corrine looked at me searchingly with her big brown eyes. ? "But it has to be by the right...guy. In the time we've worked together...I've had these needs, these fantasies." ? It was true--I'd seen her a few times, gazing at me as I carried the garbage out, or sneaking a peek at me when we had our smoking breaks in the parking lot. Weird. ? And here she was, still in her hot waitress uniform, crossing her long pretty legs, and handing me. He seemed fascinated by the feel of her, petting her pussy almost as if it was its namesake. Just as the tease was reaching the point of too much, he pushed her knees wider and slipped his head between her thighs. Regina let out a loud, warbling cry as a broad stroke of his tongue slicked back her curls. He moaned before a second and third lap dampened the hair between her legs further. Then, the tip of his tongue dug a furrow to the dark pink folds beneath. “Oh yes, David. More,” she cried out. But feelings too. You only know what you feel, but these people can learn what part of your brain makes these feelings.”“Why? Why if they don’t know what it is, they want to know where?”“It’s just like you asking me questions. They want to learn. Understand the way the brain works. If you feel happy or sad, where is that in your brain? Or when you dream.”“Where the dream comes from.”“Yes.”“Thanks Joe. You’re so smart.”“You are too.”“So...”He laughed. “You wanted to know why Grandma is mean to. "So, let me get this clear, if I keep you from coming and take control of the situation you will get really turned on. Don't you see you lose either way. Either you are free and not turned on, or imprisoned, unable to get a hard-on or come, and you are turned on out of your mind wanting to get off. That's either funny or sick, I don't know which. So the more I take control and don’t let you come the more out of your mind turned on you get?” I nodded. My thoughts were becoming unclear. "I can't.