The sheer nature of kissing someone's asshole that way, of becoming familiar with each wrinkle, of becoming accustomed to not only the natural smell o... her ass, but even further with the particular stench of her gas, of knowing that my lips touched her asshole the way toilet paper does had it's effect. I felt like a complete slave to her. She responded with supreme arrogance. She was, after all, having her ass kissed. I could hear little chortles, and at one point she placed her hand on the. “You already told me that” is one. “How is she?” perhaps, or maybe, “And what did she have to say?” “What’s going on in her part of the woods?” might seem apropos. My situation was a bit different. None of those normal responses seemed appropriate. In fact I couldn’t think of anything to say at all.Phoebe looked at Chris and said, “We discussed your play dates.”“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows. What the heck did that mean?“I told her I understand why she might want to have more play dates with. He didn't want to find out if Tarron was prepared to use it. Not after last time. If I die here in this world, do I die in my time too? He didn't want to find that out either and chose flight over fight. With a sudden spurt of adrenaline, he ran. Tarron gave chase. Bursting into the street, Luke darted left, expecting the next feeling his damaged arm being lopped off with the sword, but Tarron had stopped at the doorway to the pub, simply yelling, "Leave her alone," after the fleeing shape. ~-~. The soft linen strips wound around her arms held her fast to the bedposts, and before she could fully open her eyes to see which of her lovers had restrained her, a band of soft cloth was wrapped around under her head and was knotted over her eyes. As the unseen hand moved from her mouth, Claire argued weakly, "it's too hot for this."Her argument was cut off by Diane's quiet whisper in her ear. "I've brought your fan, just relax. I promise this will cool you down."She heard a click and felt the.