. and that was when I kissed her. Right there. I wasn't exactly sure what it was I was supposed to be doing or should be doing at this point. Heck, I...might even be bad at it... but it was... I don't know... instinct? When I looked up, face glistening wet, she was biting that bottom lip of hers and whispering soundlessly as the back knuckles of one hand brushed back and forth against her mouth. Another hand slowly lowered to the back of my head through long dark curls, softly urging. Kissing. She thought the word. Wanted her mouth to form it. That word had been chosen, becauseit was her favorite flower. Mark was in a stronger mood tonight than usual, and being a little more rough then she was liking. The flogger he had used on her, had left welts she was sure were going to be permanent. She was face down on what looked like a pummel horse. Her wrists tight together under and her legs apart, chained to the legs of the table. Her ass hung off just at her hips, which allowed Mark. Two more slide around my arms and we seem to pull together as she moves up closer. I watch as her cute little slime mouth opens up and wraps her delicate lips around the tip of my left nipple and begins to suck, lick and tease my barbell piercings. As ever part of her skin that touched mine drove a pleasant feeling all through my body. That same little chant was louder in my head now, “more, more, you want more.” “Siix…”, i mumble. Her eyes look up at me and smile. That's when i felt it, her. "Seeing how he looks at you, definitely; but you got to beat the competition. Find ways to be alone with him which aren't formal dates. He will be more comfortable that way." "How do I do that?" "Well, maybe ask him for a ride home, like if it's dark or rainy, or even if it isn't. He will. And you will be together and away from others. It will get him more comfortable being alone with you. Plus, he won’t be with somebody else." As we finished talking, she said, “I’ll be bringing my little.