James held up the clicker, touched Emma's chin, and made certain she was looking straight forward. "Do I have to actually hit the button, Emma?" he said. "Or are you going to try to show me how good you are?"
The taste of Jen's swollen, warm, slightly raw and tangy lips was so much better than anything else she'd had to lick today that she was, again, grateful. Jen let out a little squeak of surprise and squirmed a little, seeming torn between fear of this new sensation and a desperate desire to press herself hard against Emma's tongue--not that she could move very far.
James patted Jen's trembling belly fondly. "Jen here is currently up against a hard stop. Those little pads on her back? Those are very specific nerve blocks, calibrated specifically to her, which let her feel everything-
