.A touch of leather, stiff and hard, but tracing ever so softly on your skin. You can't place it at first. Unsure of what's being used. Unable to thin... you mind sinks lower in your body and falls deeper into the feelings of pleasure that the leather is bringing you. It traces around the base of your neck and slowly and ever so lightly it traces it's path between your beautiful and exposed breasts. Lazily it travels around your chest following the curve of your breast on you skin, lightly, ever. She thought about what the possibilities were of buying a machine like this someday. After more hallway composure this time in #4, Barbara chose the ‘F’ door.[You have entered a Blow Bang room. 6 black men will enter the room and for two full hours you will be required to give all six of them oral sex. You will also be required to swallow any semen that they release and you must not stop until the two hours are complete.]For the first time that night Barbara was going to use her mouth and give. Just when the story I was reading was getting really good, Teresa called to tell me that she was running late. While I was on the phone with her, my connection dropped just as another message from Teresa started coming in. I could tell from the time stamp that it predated the one I had. It finished downloading about the same time the doorbell rang so I didn't have time to do anything other than send it to my printer. My intention was to read it on the way to the party.The time was seven. "It's just today. I mean, I had a bit of an accident. I spilled coffee on myself, and then I was trying to clean it up, and I was drying my clothes on the radiator, see?" I pointed to my socks which were still on top of the unit. "Here, you can feel - it's still damp." Her face had a doubtful expression, so I offered her my shirt sleeve as proof. She tentatively reached out to touch it, rubbing it between her thumb and fore finger. As she did, I took another look at her. She was a little.