Frank and Wendy were their names. They sat down at our table and began chatting us up. Frank owned a motorcycle shop that repaired British bikes only,...BSA, Norton, and Triumph. Wendy, like Karen, was a teacher, so we all had lots in common to talk about. Our friendship continued to grow as we saw them for several weeks.We had reached the point that we were dancing with each other’s ladies, grinding our bodies together on the dance floor and making out as we danced slow dances.One week, while. "Tell me, Alicia" I murmured. "Stop the pain. Where is the box?" I...I...ah" her swollen tongue was betraying her. Her spirit was valiant, but her body was still only human."Yes, Alicia...you wish to tell me something? Tell me, little one. Tell me where the box is so the pain will stop." I...don't know..." she whispered.I stood up, angrily pushing the chair back. Turning to the small table I picked-up a scalpel. I dragged the dull side of its gleaming blade along her jawbone, tormenting her.. I concentrated my mouth on her clit and kept my other fingers in her pussy, trying to find her sweet spot. I felt a nibble on my ear. Then Kathy said “I have to go. Can I have a kiss goodbye?” I leaned back to give her a kiss and I knew that she would be tasting Donna. I wondered how she’d react. She sucked on my tongue, then my lips. She brought me mouth close to my ear and whispered “No wonder you like doing this. That tastes so nice. Do you think we might be able to get together again. When he did, she moaned deeply. He felt little contractions she was giving to his cock, and the slow motion of her hand around her vulva as she excited herself. He remained deep and fully inserted, but not moving. His free hand had been carefully tracing over her breasts, abdomen, and thighs, over her mons, and always getting temptingly closer to her clit, but never quite there. He could feel her shudder and squeeze him inside. His hand soon replaced hers on her most sensitive spot. Slow.