” I had no time to wonder why he spoke in the plural, because we entered a big hall, like a dance studio. The room was warm and well lit. One wall w...s completely mirrored, but the floor was carpeted. In the center was a big, round bed. But what was along the other walls made my heart jump. Men of all races and nations stood there side by side. Tall, thin, fat, short, dark, blonde,…. Because they were reflected in the mirrors I could not grasp their number. They had their arms crossed in front. I use my icy tongue to trace zig-zags down the sensitive skin of your back while I trace down your sides with my fingertips just barely grazing the sides of your breasts… I roll you back onto your back, you feel my breath on your face just an instant before I kiss you hard on the mouth, biting your lower lip. I stop and pull away… you can hear the clinking from the glass as I reach for another ice cube. You feel it between my lips at the nape of your neck. You reach out and put your fingers in. I drew the kiss out for just over a minute before reluctantly parting out lips and heading back to my chair so that the game could go on, deep down I knew where all this was going, but I pretended to myself that it was simply a game."Sharon," Mark said with a broad grin when I responded with 'truth' on my turn, "what's your favourite position to be fucked in?" Oh my," I laughed excitedly, "I don't know, I like them all so much that I couldn't pick just one."He looked a little disappointed by my. "You know you do."She reached for Laura's shirt, to help her take it off. But Laura moved back. "I don't want it. It hurts."Karen eased off, temporarily. But soon she was trying to unbutton Laura's blouse again. Laura teased her and kissed her, trying to go back to their long-time trust."Do you want to kiss them, or torture them?" she asked softly."Both," Karen admitted.And Laura's blood simply leapt. Karen's hand was on the throat of her shirt. She looked down."Let me," Karen asked."No.".