Slowly the two worked their way through the crowd and into the kitchen. She knew when her friend spotted the newcomer, ‘fresh meat’, but couldn’... bring herself to be jealous. A spark of pain hit her heart that she could be so insensitive but she simply couldn’t see Claire as a threat. The woman was the kindest, most gentle person she ever met, and knew from the occasional boyfriends that she was incredible in bed. It shamed her that some part of her still could not overcome judging her friend’s. "Thank you I feel a little better already. I'll just go make a quick call to the emergency services if that is okay." He returned to the room to find Katie curled up on the sofa under the blanket. He informed her that due to the horrible weather conditions the roads are unusable and they would not be able to make it out until the morning time. "That's alright there are plenty of spare rooms here. The most important thing is that you are safe. Come, get yourself warm." Katie raised the blanket. Feeling the tiny taste buds separate beneath it. She stroked her tongue delicately, not wanting to be too rough with it. Another finger found its way into her mouth, and she hungrily greeted it. Her mouth produced more saliva, she coated her fingers with it. It always tasted sweet to her, with an almost syrupy texture. She loved how sticky her breasts always got whenever she drooled all over herself. She shoved her fingers a little more into her mouth, muffled moans echoed around the room. The. I?ve thought this through thoroughly. No mistakes. Not like that dumb schmuck who grabbed his girl, raped her and tied her while he tried to get rid of her car. He tied her so badly she escaped, ran down the street naked and now he is in the slam. Not for me! Chains, locks, cuffs, irons. Once I get her, she?ll never -- never escape -- escape my tender application of judicious pain. Pain applied to convince her that loving me is preferable to continued increase in pain level. My electrical.