Obeying me will make you feel good. Whenever I send you a message, such as on email or text, that contains ‘I think,’ you will believe or obey wha...ever comes next in the message. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes doctor.’ ‘Good. Get dressed. When I leave, you will shower and then continue with your day.’ They both dressed and then he sat in an armchair while she got back on the couch. ‘When I snap my fingers you will awake feeling happy and refreshed.’ He snapped his fingers. Her eyes lit up. ‘Wow. I. . , Sarah, after all these years," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You remembered." Frank, darling," June said, hugging him, "Your daughter will be entertaining her own children with that little rhyme of yours someday." Hey," old Pard'," Emmett said, "Isn't the Best Man supposed to be allowed to kiss the blushing bride?" Honey," June said, laughing. "Will you let me answer that?" Okay," Frank said, wondering what she had in mind. "Go ahead, Sweetheart."Stepping into Emmett's arms, June. "I think we could go on like this forever, so why don't we just agree to not be offended by any words. After all they are just words," she said."Shit yes," I said."Now that is fuckin' dirty," she giggled."We are a couple of potty mouths, aren't we?" I asked with a chuckle."I haven't been allowed to use those words. I think my mom would ground me for life if she had heard me in the last few minutes. My dad spanked my older brother a few years back when he said fuck after hitting his thumb with. Slowly, watching his face, I start to rock gently along the length of his cock. I feel the veins rubbing my labia, feel my clit sliding along, feel the little “speed bump” as my clit slides up over the base of the head of his cock, and down again. Eventually when I reach the top I pause there, rocking and circling, his cock trying to find its way inside me. I don't allow it; I keep slowly rocking my clit against his head instead, and lower one of my tits to his waiting mouth. He devours my.