Didn't you ever play tie-up games when you were a kid or with your husband?" No," Liz shook her head. "No, I never did. And Ben's never suggested anyt...ing like that. Nothing kinky at all."Liz looked at Hannah with an expression that suggested she thought Liz wasn't being entirely honest."Look, I haven't. Never." Well, we all have. And we do. It's, like, a club and we play this sort of game." Tying each other up?" Uhhuh." It's not so odd, Liz," Hannah said. "Even if you've never thought about. At first, he skirted around my panties using soft nibbles, licks, and kisses on my lower belly and thighs getting closer to my sex with each lick and kiss until his lips brushed against my panties.He slowly pushed his tongue to my slit making me shudder and I allowed him to gently eased my thighs apart and momentarily take control, gently pushing myself against his mouth matching the rhythm of his tongue sliding slowly up and down my panties.He was taking his time alternately tickling the tip. She preceded him down the hall with the grace of a dancer, the cheeks of her exquisite bottom moving enticingly with each step. On entering the single living room, she bent over the back of a chaise lounge, and pulling her thong aside to reveal the plump lips of her vulva, spoke for the first time.“Fuck me, lover,” she murmured huskily, “fuck your baby like the little putain that she is. Fuck me without mercy until I’m screaming in ecstasy, as you pump your hot cum into my inflamed cunt.”“Your. With Genie's help, they had established a secure telephone, but it had some odd properties. Its number was 222, which was also the letters CBC. This was not a physical telephone, but a virtual one maintained by Genie. The number received many calls a day, and they were all screened by Genie. He was unfailingly polite, even to the crank calls, and nobody ever received a busy signal.The number was publicized heavily, and it was not long before everyone in the city knew of the "magic number for.