Lust At First Sight XII/ Forbidden Love1

Like, it's probably not practical for you to ask me for permission every single time you have to pee, or you want to masturbate, or wash, or fuck John, or whatever."

"That's up to you," she said. "Part of the fun of it is that you can decide exactly how much control you want to exert. If you don't want to be bothered with it for a little while, you can tell me you're loaning your pussy back to me for that time. Or to John. Or you can give me blanket permission to do x, y, or z, for certain periods of time. It's all up to you. You do what you like. I gave you my pussy and I meant it. I'm not saying that it wouldn't be super annoying after awhile to have to call you every time I want to pee, but I imagine that it will be at least as irritating for you."

"Oh my," I said. "Well, I'm gonna go home shortly. I'm tired. That was exhausting and fantastic. You have blanket permission from me to piss without consulting me, as long as it's not in a toilet, and you text me when you do it and tell