The rope ties creaked as his right forefingerstroked the hooded tip of her clitoris and the woman gasped and bucked, herbreath racing terror as that c...ress told her where the agony was to be appliednext. ?Such pleasure...' the finger stroked to and fro expertly bringing the pinknub to full erection, ?even now...' The colonel pushed the fleshy hood backand let his nail scrape across the taut, shiny tip of the clitoris itself sothe woman gasped with a different kind of ecstasy and involuntarily. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else. For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me. And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn’t realize I hadn’t copied the authors’ name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to whoever you are. Yes, I. As she began to divulge more details about her life, her marriage, her frustration tears began to fall from her eyes. His hand found her back and began to gently stroke her spine; first one hand and then awkwardly two. She re-positioned herself to be seated directly in front of him. His strong hands felt so gentle on her back. She stopped talking and allowed him to touch her...to feel her...to relax her. Her tears stopped, her body gave in and her mind drifted. He slowly brought his hands up. "Are you okay?" she asked in a loud voice."Yes, Terry, I'm fine. How about you? You need to watch where you're going out here, you know?" Without another word, she skipped around the front of the car and climbed into the passenger side."Ahh, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, ya know?" She flopped back against the seat and closed her eyes. I thought it would be best to get her away before the local cop cruised through and found her staggering around drunk. I left the Palace and we drove a.