" I walked up to the cafe bar and ordered alatte. Janice wanted a cappuccino. I almost ordered it without askingher.We sat down. Since the first intro...uction I had barely looked at herface, but now we were sat opposite each other across a table."So," Janice began, "where is Michael?" I looked into her eyes. Again Icaught a flicker across them, but then it was gone and a stern,questioning look came over her face. "Tell me!"I had thought she was going to recognise me at last. Now I had to spitout. “I’m sorry Louise, I just needed you so badly, I cant resist you any longer.” He whispered his face touching mine. I felt very aroused and so wanted him. He slid his hand down and edged the nightdress over my head. His hand reached down and cupped my scrotum and penis whilst his head dropped to my breasts and he started licking my nipples. I moaned slightly. “Oh Bradley!” I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands up his back and into his hair “Ummm darling Bradley.” His head. The call had come while Susan had been setting the table for dinner. The details were still sketchy; they hadn’t been able to get to the site, might not be able to for who knows how long. All they’d had was the passenger manifest.Susan knew she should be making calls. His parents, for God’s sake. The university. Friends and relations. A memorial service. Memorial? What was that Latin phrase he’d been so fond of?the one he always quoted when he thought that he, or Susan, or someone they. "Oh!" I cried. "Oh!" "You have a lovely ass," he said. "Ohhh!" I said. "You may thank me," he said. Kajira of Gor, pg. 434 ?Slaver's KissAlso known as the "kiss of the whip" or "whip caress". The slave moves to the floor on all fours, head lowered to the ground, bottom high in the air, thighs widely spread with slave's heat exposed. "Then, before I could realize what he intended, he had subjected Miss Cardwell to what, among slavers, is know as the Whip Caress. Ideally it is done, as Kamchak.