No adams-apple, no kneecaps, small hands .. she was just a total knockout, I couldn't figure out where she came from, she looked Chinese but her featu...es were too Western .. a Lucy-Lui kind of face, yes with a few freckles too, I just wanted to kiss her hard."Oh my God, yes, since I first saw you!" I whispered back. She sat down opposite me and helped herself to my wine. She reached into her small clutch-purse and produced a cigarette case and a Dunhill lighter, in a flash she'd clicked a. She started by looking up our nose.“For boogers?” Crystal asked.“Yes, or anything out of the ordinary,” my mom looked in our ears. She told them to also be on the lookout for lice or ticks. “It is Summer in Florida, and there are ticks all over the place. They can’t be pulled off. They have to be burned off with a match,” she said.Lori said she knew how to do that. I was hardly going to trust Lori to burn my skin with a match! Although I could tell my mother would let her do it if she found. So I moved my attention back to Johanna. My hands roamed her body. She was a different version of perfection. Her skin, her scent, the valleys and arcs in her body were intoxicating. I moved my fingers all over her ridges, between her breasts, over her areolas, down the sides of her ribs, over her belly, tracing the outer regions of her cunt.Sheila and Johanna kissed each other while I pulled Johanna’s thong aside. She was drenched. I traced her clit, her lips, the outside of her asshole and. While she’s revelling in her anger and pain I choose to walk behind her and prepare the next device of her torture. With the flick of the switch she resumes her upwards flight. Kicking her knees and flailing her body in protest and vein hope of escape I drag her a full meter from the ground.“eeesh eht eee own, eeesh!” she begs through the gag, I think she wants to come down. Her eyes snap from side to side searching for salvation, none in sight.“What’s that? Would you like to come down?” behind.