"So, you see?" He'd say, "You have to EARN such a reward; an orgasm no less than a paycheck. Right?"Of course, I always agreed with him!But, eventuall..., there would come the moment (long awaited by both of us) where Richard would "allow" me to come. Having his "permission" was crucial. I understood that his permission was the very basis of our relationship in such matters. Richard always demanded total control over my orgasms (when we together that is). But I enjoyed this curious situation a. "Oh God! Let's get to the toilet!" She cried as the Two of them waddled off.Sherry and I both laughed as We listened to them emptying themselves! They were staggering when they came back. "One More for the Road!" Dawn yelled. "Or the Carpet!" my Mom laughed.Grandpa Dan leaned forward,watching intently as My Mother's ass stuck up,mere inches from his face. He was sniffing at it and I watched as his fingers stroked under the tip of his cock!Mom had just shoved the wine bottle up His dau ghters. Naturally, everyone shut up the moment I walked into their midst. It didn't spare them."How many of you are wearing a patch?" I asked bluntly.Everyone save Tilly gasped and looked away. They were all embarrassed. I didn't give them a chance to respond. I attacked again."Why are you women using the patch?" I demanded to know. "The patch was provided for Tilly to use, not the rest of you." But it helps us as well," Emma insisted, "especially when you're off exploring. It keeps us content and. “You must be starving,” he smiled and handed me a tray with an array of hot foods. I dove in with my hands like an animal, force feeding myself. What the hell, I thought, I have no one to impress here. After I finished, he led me down the hall to a large room with a drain on the floor and a showerhead near the ceiling. “I am sorry we do not have a hot water heater, you’re going to have to make due,” he apologized, turning on the freezing cold water and nudging me under the stream. The.