"One idea would be to simply forbid such order-giving, but that would prejudice the test." Exactly," she said, turning a bit to face him where he sat ...iagonally across the table from her, with a small smile on her face. "What Dr Capek has suggested I consider..."And the Discussion began, the eternal Discussion that always seems to arise whenever two academics with a true love of their subject happen to meet -- wide-ranging over the problems faced by researchers and what solutions they planned. She then kisses his jaw then his ear nibbling as she goes. A tent in his swim trunks giving away his excitement as she continues down his neck and collarbone. To his pecks and nipples, slowly down his chest and stomach. His one hand twisted in her hair keeping out of her face and allowing him a better view. His biting his lip as he watches her and gives in without a fight. She knew just what he liked and this was one of his favorite sights. The moment she kissed him there was no one else but. She comes up close to him and hugs him from behind, trying to comfort him. He turns his head and kisses her on the cheek, thanking her for helping. He tells her he is just going to get some water. ‘Okay stud, hurry up back to bed.’ With that Giselle lays back down on the tempur-pedic mattress. Letting its material conform to her body, feeling completely relaxed on it. He gets up off the bed, feeling tired and exhausted. He turns around to see his girlfriend laying down peacefully on the bed.. I couldn’t stop it. Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry, MasterDaddy.” “I’m not mad,” Daddy said, as he slowed his thrusting. “But you are really going to get it,” he said with a mysterious smile, as he slowly pulled out and walked back into the kitchen and into the garage. I watched as he walked, bottomless, into the garage. I lay back on the table and caught my breath as I tried to fathom what Daddy had in store for me. Not cleaning the kitchen floor was bad enough, not asking permission to stand.