Conditioned response was what he called it. An automatic physical response to outside stimuli enforced through intense emotion. And the emotion select...d was pleasure, specifically sexual pleasure.We had talked a few times about orgasm on demand and I decided that it would ruin the experience, so I knew that was not his idea. When he told me what he planned and his expectations I was appalled, at first. That gave way to curiosity and finally a deep need to find out if it was possible, so I. They're human beings, so of course I get comments on how I look, but I'm like a Daugther From Another brother in their eyes, if you know what I mean. There's also a couple of cougars, a couple of loners who just sit by themselves and sip a beer while looking at their phone, a couple of Everybody's Friend like a guy with a tremendous speech impediment whom I have great conversations with about politics and sociology and psychology, and a handful of very elderly people (there's a Catholic. ”That was all it took, I walked up behind her and pushed right back into her pussy. She let out a loud yelp and started meeting me thrust for thrust. I grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled her head back enough so I cold kiss her. When she broke the kiss she let her arms buckle under her and fell onto the table, which to me says “fuck me harder,” so I did. I took her hips and railed her as hard as I could constantly without letting up, and she was very appreciative.“That’s it, fuck me! I’m your. Wouldn't want these naughty little pics making their way throughout the company would we?" Neil taunted Karen. Karen was sweating, panic and anxiety and made her entire body go numb with fear. Karen hung her head in shame and heard Neil utter "1565 West Maryland Court. 8pm, be there or these pictures go out to the whole company." Karen slightly nodded. "Oh and wear something sexy for me bitch" Neil said turning to walk out of the door. Karen sped home as quick as she could, it's amazing she.