I did not, however, want him to stop licking my pussy. “Oh god, please continue to eat me out,” I demanded as I arched my back some more, digging ...y cunt deeper into his mouth. To my delight, he listened and continued with his flicking and sucking. As he was performing this perverted act on my lovely quim, his rough hands lightly grazed against my thighs. I squealed with pleasure and squirmed a bit more. I could feel myself panting and my heart beating faster as I was close to cumming. “Damn,. A feminist audience might be just as bemused and puzzled by Crystal's dense, ambiguous and elusive lyrics as any other audience. Crystal might have been as passionate in theory as she was in practice with regards to female empowerment, gender warfare and lesbian love (although she never used terms like 'queer' and 'dyke' to describe herself or her sexuality), but this wasn't obvious from listening to her lyrics. Even when they're written down (as Polly Tarantella has done) there's nothing. At first he thought he must be wrong, but after carefully reading through several more he came to the conclusion that it this was supposed to be some sort of spell book. "What the hell?" he chuckled. "This must be some sort of a joke." Thinking for several seconds, Zack tried to recall what the wizards in fantasy books called their spellbooks. Finally he remembered the term. "Grimoire" he muttered, pleased to remember it. Zack looked through the grimoire, pleased to see that most of the pages. .and so it happened and then my ankles were each shackled to the foot of the bed with the handcuffs, spread wide as far as the posts would allow, and then the 4 pillows were placed under my hips so my ass was forced high in the air....Tammy found the Babyoil in the bedside cabinet drawer and proceeded to pour it all over my back, then slowly rubbing it in all over my shoulders, my flanks, the backs and inside of my thigh, my back and ass cheeks but never touching my balls nor my puckered brown.