I stopped bouncing and now grinding hard again, I could feel the warmth growing inside me. Jeannie reached up to grip my wide hips and pulled me hard ...gainst her, grinding her hips up against me. Suddenly she began to pump her hips faster. "Oh God, I'm cumming," she gasped, which was more than I could handle and I too began to orgasm. Watching her overcome with the pleasure of release was so sexy that I could not seem to stop cumming. My orgasm went on and on until finally my strength was. “I want to give you a ‘tip orgasm’, Cherry. Do you know what a ‘tip orgasm’ is?” Each time she said “tip” she touched the tip of my cock, which made me moan. I couldn’t answer her. “Well, a ‘tip orgasm’ is where I make you cum only by touching the tip of your cock. I won’t squeeze or even touch your throbbing shaft. Only the tip.” She touched it again. “I want to watch your gizz shooting out, Cherry. Put your hands on my tits.”I obeyed. We maneuvered around so that the position was comfortable.. Let's just say that I added too much of something in the first few steps of an experiment, and it ruined the entire thing. Unfortunately, I realized this at around two in the afternoon, when a preliminary test turned up the wacky results. Feeling rather disgusted with myself, I set up a few culture tubes to grow over the weekend, and spent the afternoon going over drafts of a paper I was writing. The results from my summer's work plus a few recent Morgan-assisted experiments were starting to. . I was forbidden to use a chair at any time, even when he was not at home. My place was kneeling. I would not eat off a plate, and I was shown my bowls. When cooking his meals I was to prepare something suitable to be eaten from the bowls. But I was not to eat unless he was watching. Many days he would be out until the evening. I was to spend the time making the house spotless, in particular scrubbing the stone kitchen floor, and polishing the wooden floors in the rest of the house. This was.