Whitefeather spent what felt like ten minutes snapping his own pictures with his large phone. He stared at the gates for another minute. Turning, he s...iled.Reaching into his jacket, Whitefeather pulled an envelope out. "Here is the balance in full." Thank you," Alan took the envelope but did not open it. "I like doing business with you." I have another offer you might be interested in."The smile on Whitefeather's face gave Alan pause. If it wasn't illegal, well, the man did pay well. "To my. " Then close your lips, and don't move when I stick you. Try to bleed only on this towel." She looked at me in disgust, but kept silent, pushing her lips out in a parody of puckering up for a kiss.I carefully pushed the thorns through her skin, wincing when she did. I didn't want to hurt Cathy, but these were sharp thorns, dry and washed in alcohol. They should be only a quick sting. I repeated with her lower lip, and said "all done. No, don't rub them – let it bleed. It has almost stopped.". I was breathless for a min and she shook me and that’s when I came to sense. Then I asked if she s kidding. I know she used to talk little naughty when drunk, this was the first time she was asking this type of question. And she said no seriously. I said no I can’t do it. As her friends were in the next room. That’s when she told me that it was a challenge if she made me change her dress. Her friend (Shantha) would strip herself nude and stay nude the whole day. I was shocked to know this. I must implant this memory of her smells. I will recall it for days and weeks to come with great fondness. I stand.“Place the couch cushions on the floor and lay on them, face-down.”She quickly complies with my orders, as best she can with bound arms, falling the last two feet of distance, with no hands to control her fall. I kneel with my knees on either side of her thighs and lean down to smell the back of her hair. I gently massage her back, reveling in the bones and muscles of her back. She.