Then it happened. Harmony exploded, sending a stream of juices into Ricky’s face. But Harmony was oblivious of this, lost in the sensations of pleas...re that were convulsing her.“Oh my God! You’re all wet,” she finally said when she came back to the world.Ricky giggled. “You squirted.”“I didn’t know I could do that,” said Harmony. She had been at the receiving end of her mother’s ejaculations many times, but she had never squirted herself. She realized that something was off. Ricky was far too. I hired Emily to sit for the whole weekend and the wife and I were off to the lake for a romantic time together. My wife, I may add, is allergic to peanuts. Emily showed up on time as usual and saw the wife and I off at the door.Arriving at the lake the wife and I settled in and then went off to dinner at a special Thai restaurant I'd very carefully researched. My wife checked the menu and asked the waiter if there were any peanuts involved in the various dishes and he said no, there weren't.. Some of the slaves mentioned it, some didn’t but it was clear by words they typed, how their tone changed. This scared me a little. I was happy to give my control away a little like the night before but to give away everything, my whole life as some of these slaves did was something I wasn’t sure I wanted. Maybe I didn’t have a choice. What if I ended up like that guy and Sammi controlled everything from what I did to when I was allowed to climax and so on. Did I truly want that? . .. Like this isn’t all we were going to do.”She raised an eyebrow. “Did you think I’d only want you for today?”I shrugged. Part of me had thought exactly that, but that tiny voice was quickly overridden by another part of me wanting things to continue. There was, of course, the part of me that thought it would be a bad idea. We might have been talking about my emotional recovery, but she had some she needed to work through as well. I didn’t think her need for physical pleasure would last very.