I’d love to read them! I climbed onto the table and spread my legs. I was moaning, groaning, and thrashing, and when I sensed I was coming down, I ordered Robert to fuck me. I pondered what I could say, or command, and feel totally foolish when I ordered him to “enjoy fucking me.” It seemed like a foolish thing when heard myself say it, but it worked even better than I had hoped. And if there was anything he was fastidious about, it was the dining room table where we usually ate. Well, there was definitely no hiding it. “What are you waiting for?” Bill asked. She and Bill usually rotated the role of test-subject, but today Bill had been doing it all day and was tired. I don’t know why, but I enjoyed watching Robert lap up his own juice, mixed with mine. I began enjoying them when I was teen, and I married a man who learned to enjoy them with me.
