Both hands now, lightly then hard again. “Please,” she moans, “please Master, please touch me.” Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are p...infully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. She feels herself unfolding, begging to be touched. “Oh my god, Master, please touch me,” she begs. His hands move to her wetness and he spreads her wide. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away and she gasps.. To watch her creamingher face and removing her eyeshadow and so on. But I was blindfolded andhelpless to do other than think of all the things she was doing behindme. I could hear her. I could hear her moving about, hear her openingand closing some jar or another. I could also hear her self-satisfiedlittle hum as she went about doing whatever it was that was taking solong. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Lisa came over to me."I want you to stay on your knees for now darling," she. At least not till I did more than sneak out to visit a bar. Yes I had done that.I danced, I drank beer, I got felt up, which was a total bore. The funny thing was I remembered how it had felt before and that was a blast. I mean the orange memory of an orgasm, in an otherwise gray world, was a trip. I mean hell man, they say all good sex is in the mind, and I damn sure believe it now. That memory was as good as any orgasm I ever had. It should be it was the memory of the best one I ever had and. Peeta and Katniss had a very long relationship. They had not always talked to each other except for the occasional "Hi". He could have any girl he wanted. His sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and muscular build made him the perfect husband. Now he would have to be sent back to District 12 in a casket. Of course all the girls at school would be crying. "Why him?" But who would remember Katiness? Gale. Her only childhood friend had helped her survive after her father died. Katniss walked down the.