"Her face was right in front of mine. Those lush lips were only inches from my own."You need to shut up right now," she almost whispered."I'm not goin...g to shut up," I whispered back. "You are." No I'm not." Yes you..."I didn't get to finish, because she kissed me.The brain produces a substance called dopamine to control various functions within it. Say, for instance, your body tells the brain you need water. The brain sends a signal to the area that controls thirst and a little squirt of. In reality, she wasn't trying to teach Karen anything. She was merely falling into the depths of their love, and taking what she wanted. It mattered not whether it was intentional. And that's the way it was with them. Every time they made love, it was a process of unintentional discovery.Last night, was the best ever. Every night that week, they'd revisited their little technique. Each time it got a little better. Each time there was something different about it. But every time Karen came, it. "You're real lucky that I was the one that bought you," she said. She always lied to her slaves at first. The agonizing disappointment of the first denied orgasm was even better when it was entirely unexpected. She loved the look of growing horror as a slave realized his next orgasm could be indefinitely postponed."Come here; let me get a look at you." He sauntered forward, stopping about a little ways from the couch. She sat up from where she'd been lounging and snaked an arm out to wrap. "Monday morning, Josh met Ed, Elias, and Tubby at the stage office in Smithville and told them, "Good morning, gentlemen. Today, I want us to ride to the gold camp and survey the route the gold-stage will have to take. Please get your horses and prepare for a long ride. I'll meet you back here in an hour."An hour later, they were riding at a fast lope toward Santa Rosa. When they got there, they ate lunch and got back on the road to the gold camp, which had recently been named Rio del Oro.
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