I just nodded, what else could I do, and with that she grabbed my hand and said come with me.I followed her toward the back of the club and came right...to the door of the women’s lounge. I stopped right there and she looked at me and said; “Are you going to follow orders, get in here”. I walked in, and it was huge, with mirrors on all the walls, and sofas and chairs all around the edge. It always puzzled me why women’s bathrooms had these big lounges, and men’s bathrooms have nothing. But I. There he shoved her down on a three-seater. This seemed to be the time to try. “Geoff…” she said.“Shut up and spread your legs!” Geoff snarled. Well at least he was talking to her. As an afterthought he added, “Whore!”Well, she probably deserved that, Mary decided. There was so much going on in her head that she couldn’t focus properly on any of it. She understood that all this was happening because of the figurine, because somehow she wanted it. She wasn’t sure if that made any sense to her or. Feathering is somewhat similar: dominant hand’s fingers face up, palm open, on the underside (ventral) ridge, and oscillate ring, middle, index in an upward (towards the head/glans). However instead of drumming, the oscillation Is more of a three-fingered stroke-stroke-stroke towards the head. Think of a motion similar to wafting a smell towards your nose, but each finger is wafting, wafting, wafting. Feathering is really helpful with lube, while drumming benefits from no lube.‘Flicking the. And, as it did, shelifted herself off my shoulders, taking her weight on her weakened legs.She was sighing softly, mewing almost in the afterglow of her orgasm butthen, and very much muffled by her skirt that was still draped over me, Iheard other sounds. For just a moment I thought I heard twigs snappingbehind me. But, as Lisa shifted her position, she began crunching deadleaves underfoot. I heard the same sound as I moved my feet. Not that Icould move them much in the confines of my bondage.