She continued that way, moving upward slowly in the slow, jerking movements, increasing the pressure a little each time, and then moving down quickly again when she reached the top of his organ like an eager trout going for an insect. The technique accomplished two purposes. First, it minimized the amount of time Gil's organ was actually exposed to room temperature (the air-conditioning was on) and secondly it was psychological, too, since it gave the impression of a female hungry – desperately hungry – to take the member each time deep into her mouth. At least that's what Rex (the oral connoisseur) had explained to her.
She continued feasting on his cock for a long while to the agonizingly enraptured groans of her patient. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she sighted a row of bottles on the dresser. As a heavy drinker, Gil naturally had practically every kind of liquor imaginable. Along with the usual scotch, bourbon, gin, there were liqueurs thick ones like creme de menthe and creme de cocoa. She ceased her laying labors and crossed the room. Creme de menthe was her favorite. Not only did she like the flavor of it, but it had the effect of prolonging a man's orgasm. The mint had a somewhat cooling affect which often kept a man from reaching an orgasm for hours. She remembered a man who had once spread a mint-flavored tooth paste over the head of his penis and explained that he could fuck for hours after each application because of its numbing effect. She took the bottle of creme de menthe from the row of bottles and returned.