At first the master turn it on softly and watched Cindi as she was starting up the road to a climax. It was a pleasure to her; she was starting to get... weak kneed as it took her higher and higher. She knew from previous experience that vibrators didn’t do it for her but she never tried this one before, as it seemed to be doing the job. She couldn’t move she could feel the pleasure in her loins and wanted to enjoy it. She leaned against the wall but that was taboo so the master in control turned. First she rimmed it then plunged in as deep as she could to scoop out my nectar. She was exploring the pink velvet depths of her daughter’s pussy. Slowly my orgasm began to fade in intensity leaving me with a dull ache. I was moaning continuously now my pussy pouring all the juices it could for my mother to drink. Now she surprised me once more moving her tongue to my clit she swiped it from side to side and up and down. I was in heaven I pressed her face harder into my pussy trying to drown. The first was a tiny little microchip the size of a pinhead implanted in her clitoris. This device had the ability to prevent orgasm by blocking the chemical and electrical signal from the brain. The device could also induce a woman to orgasm by artificially reproducing these signals. The intensity of the orgasm would be proportional to her level of sexual excitement.The second was a similar microchip position in the area of the brain that controls sexual excitement. This chip could effectively. I set them aside and got out the baby powder.When things are absurd, I laugh. Even when I'm the butt of the joke. Standing in front of my mirror with a bottle of baby powder in one hand and a catsuit(including ears and tail) in the other, looking like I was preparing to go to battle had me bent over with amusement. Once I got started, though, all humor left me. The magic of putting on a snug catsuit works wonders on my demeanor. The next time I looked in the mirror I felt savage and ready to.