“’Well…’” she mocked me, “I’m glad to hear it, sugarlips. So here’s the fine print – just like I said, the favor has to be in your room. You can take as long as you need to make me scream, but if you walk out that door before I squirt, the favor’s off, and I get my thing. That’s you, in case you’ve already forgotten. Oh, and you have to make me cum. No whipping out toys or tools, or alligator-clipping a car battery to my nipples. I mean old-fashioned loving, and until your little fellow comes around, that means tongue and lips, same as I used on you.”
“One orgasm, and you won’t cheat.”
“I won’t argue with more than one, honey, if you can manage it. And I promise you, I’m going to do whatever I can to get off on you. No sandbagging from me.”
“Okay.”

