I could feel her tensing and relaxing and trying. I stroked her arms and breasts and legs, gently re-assuring her.She started whispering to herself; "... can do this, I can do this, I can do on Fran, you can do this, come on, oh shit, oh fucking jesus fucking christ. Arrrgghh!".She opened her eyes and looked at me, she was sweating, her skin cool and clammy, her eyes on fire.She had pushed back onto me and in one motion had enveloped me - my head was safely inside of her now."Oh God, keep. After a few minutes I watched as he stopped sucking and filled his mouth with small ice cubes, then recommenced sucking. The sensation of hot and cold on my cock was magic, especially as he alternated scratching and squeezing my balls, without speaking a single word.Being able to watch my rock hard cock being pleasured by another man in the mirror with Janet watching naked and offering advice and encouragement to both of us was a real buzz.It got even better when she started tongue kissing me. She was confident that it hid her identity well. As for her clothes... well, she wasn’t wearing much. Just a lacy black tiny bra made of totally see-through stocking-net fabric, and a matching g-string. The soft silky material felt so good on her skin. Sexy black stilettos with long leather straps up to her shin completed the look. This sexy Catwoman was her alter ego, her Slutbook image. Not too BDSM, not too plain, she thought. She then posted up a few pictures of herself in various sexy. .." he took Carol's hand and they were suddenly at a table occupied by two men working on total inebriation, along with Jilli, Cassie, Barb, and Abbey from her work. All, save Barb, seemed to be having a wonderful time."I don't know why you keep pining over her, Barb," cooed Cassie. "She's never going to respond to you. She has no soul to warm up to. She is the Ice Queen." I know she has a good heart! I truly do!" replied Barb, half smiling but with a gleam of true hope in her eye."Maybe.