The hand grabbed her undergarmet and ripped it from her body. Staring into her eyes a long almost moldly looking green and black tongue emerged from t...e darkness' cloaked face, the tongue was covered in bumps and dripped with a viscous ooze. The tongue reached down licking between her breasts, it went further, down her her belly, it was cold and smooth, it went further, over her miniskirt, rubbing her cunt with it's tongue. The tongue went under the skirt and entered between her soft, wet,. "Sorry, Leticia! Are you alright?" I'm fine, Sammy. Don't worry about it," she replied cordially.Sammy ordinarily wouldn't be so direct, but she was rushed, and she'd thought of little else. So it just popped out, almost without thinking."How was your date with Dave?" asked Sammy."It was great! We had a lot of fun!" Leticia replied enthusiastically."Oh," Sammy replied, trying very hard not to let her feelings show. "I'm, uh, glad. I want Dave to be happy," she said, a fake smile plastered on. She was just like that, in a way. Constantly dripping, and trying to cling to sanity as she felt herself being pulled down, slipping down into some crazy zone of wetness.She stared at the glass, and somehow it made her ache to see it only partially filled. She took another sip but the aching just became worse, as though the draining of the liquid in the glass created a reciprocal flowing between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to hold on as the aching became an excruciating feeling of. It was an old-fashioned wooden steamer trunk with several holes drilled in the top. Jessica, meanwhile, had gone to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, and by the time she returned everyone was standing around the trunk wondering what sort of secret it contained.With a ceremonial flourish Jessica unlocked the trunk and swung the top open. There was a person inside – a woman; she wore a tight-fitting leather one-piece that was cut out to expose her breasts and crotch. Her nipples were pierced.