” I open my eyes slowly and find your face. “From here on out when you are ready to cum, you can, you don’t have to ask, but you do have to tell...me. Do you understand?” I blink a few times, taking in your directions. “Yes I understand Daddy.”You smirk, then begin fingering me once again. As I begin to tremble, you continue the rapid strikes to the figure below you that is all yours. This time you start at my colorful stomach. Even after all the wax has come off, I haven’t cum yet so you move. "Damn!" she exclaimed. "It's still showing that same strange pulse! Let's keep this scope on that pin, and take the other scope and work backwards in the logic." Do we know which instruction is active when this happens?"Sandy looked surprised, and said, "No, but let's find out. That might help us a lot!" Here's what's going on in the loop. There are about fifteen instructions," as I took a large sheet of paper and diagrammed the loop."If you can identify, for each of these instructions,. " Oh," Kim asked, again in an innocent voice. "Why ever not?" Okay, I see your point," Robert finally admitted. "There's a double standard out there Robert. It's in plain sight ofeveryone and you guys just explain it away as being something guys do." "Well Kim, there are some things that only guys do." Grrrrrrr." Kim growled. It was a habit she had developed as a littlegirl that had developed into an involuntary response to things she gotvery angry about. "Okay, like what?" Football!" Stupid. . do you have a sister?" Mrs. Benson asked Bob."I don't remember," he said. His hand went automatically to his head, where one of the holes drilled in his skull had left a small, eraser sized bald patch.Benson flipped to another page."Ahhh," she said. "You're a traumatic brain injury patient. That explains it. You're just having memory problems." I guess so. You'd think I'd remember my own sister, though." Well that's your handwriting, right?" she asked pointing at Claudia's name."Yes," he.