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Neuro submission transmitter 7

... pant. "No one gets me up as many times as you do." I'm bucking my ass off the bed, as Susan squeezes my cock with her hand, and licks the sensitive area just under the head. I don't know why, but my s****r's jealousy is adding to my arousal level. I feel my balls tighten just as Susan slides her lips over my cockhead and pumps me in and out of her warm, wet mouth. I shoot immediately, filling my s****r's mouth with several large loads of cum. She sucks me dry, swallowing every drop and then crawls up on top of me. "Does she take it up the ass, like I do?" Susan whispers, as she brushes her tits over my chest and cradles my spent cock between her legs. "No, she doesn't." I answer, as I catch my breath. But her mother does. I don't say this to Susan, of course. "Then, I don't know what you see in her." She teases, as she gets off the bed and starts getting dressed. I lie there a minute, thinking about her questions, as I watch her get dressed. Her beautiful tits hang temptingly from her chest, as she slips the thong over her feet and pulls it up. She wiggles her ass around, as she situates the thong between her firm checks and I watch her hairless pussy disappears from view behind the thin material. As she adjusts her large tits inside each cup of her bra, I get out of bed and head into the shower. "Can I ask you a question?" Susan asks, while we're driving to the airport. "You seem to have a lot of questions, lately." I smile. "I just want to know what you see in her?" Susan ...

... asks. "I'm not jealous." She says quickly. "I just wonder." Her expression is more of interest than jealousy, but I can't help questioning her motivation, as I think about the answer. I surprisingly have trouble answering it. "I'm not sure." I answer honestly. "We have fun together. We like the same things. The sex is great." What I don't say is that, the main appeal is the complete control I have over her. With the transmitter and the trigger, I can get her to do whatever I want. It suddenly seems like a shallow basis for the relationship. "Doesn't sound that serious to me." Susan says, smiling at me. "Susan." I say, hesitantly. "Where is all this coming from?" I ask, wondering if I should use the transmitter to get to the truth. "Well." Susan says slowly, watching the road instead of me. "I know exactly what I see in you. I don't have to think about it. You are loving, caring, exciting to be with and I can never get enough of you. I don't know if I'll ever find a boyfriend who can measure up to that. So I just wondered what you looked for in a girlfriend." She hesitates. "Never mind me." She says, for the second time in two days. "I'm just babbling." "No you're not, Susan." I tell her, placing my hand on her thigh. "I know what you mean. I can't seem to get enough of you either. Sex with you is a hundred times more intense than it is with anyone else." I tell her, as she stops the car at the terminal. Leaning over, I kiss her lips and she grabs the back of my head, grinding ...