Pulling and wrenching at the flannel as her whole body jerked and spasmed, riding his fingers that thrust up inside her. All while biting down on the ...hip’s brown handle and screaming out her climax at the same time.As Bunny sat there hyperventilating around the whip, her husband leaned in and kissed her on the tip of her nose and then stroked her thick hair. “Good little slave wife, my Bunny. I can’t believe you didn’t drop that whip. Now let’s see if you can keep it in your mouth for the next. " She reached out and grabbed my hair, and began a back-and-forthmotion with my head. I bobbled, and I licked, and yes, eventually, itwasn't that bad. It was sex. Just sex.I could feel him in my mouth, warm and hard and excited.And then Mary-Anne whispered "stop."I backed up, my lipstick sticking to his skin as I looked at her."Nicole, it's up to you," she said. "You can stop now. No harm. Or youcan finish him. What do you want to do."My god. Freedom of choice? I had never had freedom of. ”“In fact, thinking of animus, anima, and Rue, has Gerri shared an empathy exercise with you?” Gerri looked puzzled, while Joan’s eyes widened – and then she looked sad.“No, I have not, but this is a good time to start. Let me begin. First, let’s demonstrate to her.” We did so. I had a sense of Gerri feeling more confident and less subservient. “Gerri, you know me better than you know Hal. Let’s do the exercise together. As Hal knows, there are more advanced ones.” Joan and Gerri went through. Temporarily. As I often reminded her. Apart from the laziness and the general sponging off mine and Jamie’s money she was a good kid, but her presence had really taken a blow on mine and Jamie’s sex life. The apartment wasn’t big, and we’d found out the hard way that yes, people can hear every squeak of the bed springs. Breakfast the next morning had been unbelievably awkward and so I had grudgingly agreed with Jamie that sex would have to be for when she was out of the flat only. And that’s.