God, she fought me. She still had her legs free and she was bucking like a wild horse making it very tough for me to get my tongue into her ass. I got...off the bed and pulled out a slim and flexible cane from my cupboard. It was about 2 feet long. It was made of some flexible material and covered in a sheath of black leather.When I swung it in the air it made a menacing whooshing sound and I cracked it hard on my bedside table to test it and to scare the living daylights out of Ratna. She was. She put the collar on, carefully making sure it covered the base of the helmet all around and the helmet’s zipper pull ring hung down below it and then swivelled the zipper pull ring up and over the riveted vertical metal D-ring built into the back of the collar. She pulled other end of the collar as tight as it would go without cutting off her breathing, and slipped its nearest slot over the D-ring behind her head. Now the collar was zipped fully closed, and the zipper pull ring was trapped in. Once or twice I would catch a glimpse of Charlotte as she dropped her towel and her back was to me. A lot of women got dressed and undressed in front of us without a second thought and there were some pretty gross sights, but Sis… she was different. I didn’t look at her in admiration; it was more like envy. The first thing I noticed was her brown skin. I always thought African Americans and Latinos were special, but even though I’m half Latino, I don’t feel as special next to Charlotte. I would. Vickie bucked and moaned and I felt her hands once again on the back of my head, pulling me against her. I closed my mouth on her labia and slowly pushed my tongue into her extremely tight tunnel, encountering an intact, taut barrier with only minor perforations.Memories of Becky flooded through my head, giving me serious pause. I swirled my tongue a bit, and sucked gently. I was pretty sure I was going to need lubrication for her first time, and I was sure, and afraid, she might bleed.