This was one opportunity I had no intention of letting slip away. Pushing her back onto the bed, I planted a deep, forceful kiss on her wet mouth. Our...tongues met and she moaned deeply. Her hands were rubbing my chest and back as I pulled her bikini panties off her legs. I again began fingering her cunt as I slowly worked my mouth down her tits to her pussy. I thrust my tongue between her parted thighs and began licking her dripping honey. I slowly and teasingly lapped her thick and juicy pussy. She couldn’t quite remember anything. Shaking her head she opened her eyes, she was sitting in a room, naked. Thick shining red hair falling to her shoulders, she looked down at her body frowning. Something wasn’t right. Her body had been covered in scars and permanently bruised, now her skin was smooth and blemish free. She still had the body of a warrior though, her legs were corded with muscle and her stomach was flat. She gasped as she noticed the iron bars through her nipples, she. Despite my grief over losing a very expensive skirt that I had purchased just for this evening, the sound of it being ripped open sent a thrill cursing through my body. The thrill coiled down into my crotch and I'm sure everybody in the room could see me oozing into the crotch of my white cotton panties. Hell, I could smell my cunt and I'm sure every body else in the room could also.I felt the man kneeling in front of me. He ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs, sending chills up. I was just in a complete state of shock and unable to think - the only thing I could manage was to follow his instruction. The house was dimly lit which made it easier (just as we discussed). He ushered me up the stairs and directed me to his room. It was dark, just with the light from the TV. I sat down on the bed and he handed me a glass of red wine, already poured and ready. He sat down with a glass too. I drank the whole glass quickly, only taking 3 goes. I could feel the effects.