I sat there for a few minutes thinking and the more I thought the more a mental picture came into my head of the woman I had just been speaking too, I... my mind's eye I saw her as being late fifties, buxom and almost matronly in appearance. My mind kept going back to the same sex question and I began to recall how as a sixteen year old; A clearly gay friend of mine had invited me over to look at his model railway layout knowing it was also an interest of mine.He had led me to believe his mother. Over at Jeff's house one Saturday night we watched a movie on Showtime that had a couple with their mouths close together and they looked like they were fighting with their tongues. I'd much rather kiss with my lips.Jill changed my mind. Her tongue was like an extension of her mouth. It wasn't jabbing, digging. It just kind of melted into my mouth. I found myself playing with it, exploring it with my tongue, trying to suck it in further. As I turned up the intensity of the kiss with my lips, I. "Contestant one," said the Emir, "Come to the whipping dais."Kashiefa came forward and, as she had been instructed, removed her abaya and her finery."Which whip have you chosen?" asked the Emir.She spoke up in a clear and confident voice, "If it pleases the Master, the birch." Three strokes of the birch for a maximum of nine points," intoned the Golden Palace Chief Eunuch, handing the instrument to the selected eunuch.Kashiefa draped herself over the whipping bench and all waited until she was. Now, as darkness approached, every sound in and around the cabin had her jumping in fright.How long would it be before Niko found his way back? What was keeping him? The questions grew louder in her brain until she wanted to scream.She had no idea when it was that she had dozed off, or what it was that woke her, but she found herself sitting bolt upright on the sofa with a long, slow chill running the length of her spine. She sat for a moment, scarcely daring to breathe in the darkened cabin,.