Harriet was a lovely black woman with a great smile and a down to earth attitude which belied her intelligence. She was a performance artist/writer/co...poser. She lived on grants and the little bit of admissions from her shows and made the least money of the group. And of course her clothes revealed the richest mix of textures in shades of brown which effortlessly twisted and turned around her svelte body. I had a feeling she created them herself. She was immensely creative.Finally there was. In the garden, a semicircle of couches had been set up around a central platform, to provide excellent viewing to all the guests. Each couch was identified with the name of the guest. The couches were framed by two low tables; on one of them, a wide selection of viands was arrayed. The food was also prepared according to the guest's religious persuasion, Halal, Kosher and regular; there were no vegans in the audience. The second table contained an assortment of crops, small whips, satin ties. It would be great to have all the fun and pleasure we’ve had, but without any of the risks and pain. But I don’t think that’s possible. So I guess, to give you the short answer, I’m comfortable with where we are. With who we are.” Jill didn’t look annoyed now, now she looked perplexed, so I tried better to explain. “But I’m only comfortable because I think we both love the fun and all the positives, and because I think we can handle the risks. I think we learned a whole lot from what happened. Anyone who saw her face while she thrust her "penis" into Jeremy's ass would be convinced she was having the best day ever. Even after that though, she could have deprived Jeremy of any pleasure but she allowed him to climax after his experience.Her fingernails gently scraping my thighs brought my thoughts back to the here and now. Kristen continued though by talking about what she had been thinking about since last night."When Jeremy first had me strung up, before he put the mask on my face,.