I held the slip in my hand and rubbed the material of the slip against the material of the panties that still covered my penis. The feeling sent shive...s through me. Something about the whole experience felt naughty or bad or perverted or something, in a way that was very exciting. I stepped into the slip and pulled it up to my waist. I rubbed myself all over, feeling the slip rub against the panties on my ass and on my penis. I took off the slip, and then the panties, and found one of her. "Let us make haste. We have a friend to rescue."As we were preparing to leave, Atheria approached me and slipped something into my hand. I looked down and saw the twin of the ring that Lucas was wearing."I believe that right now, you need to speak to him more than I do," she told me.I smiled thankfully at her. I quickly put the ring on my finger and immediately felt a presence in my mind. I could hear someone else's voice inside my head, the voice of Lucas.Gianna, are you there? he asked me.I'm. "And I wanted you to fool around with me on the couch." Mmm." Mike kissed me back. "I wanted that too." He kissed me again. "And what you were doing was very nice." Mmm-hmm," I agreed. I reached between us to curl my fingers around his shaft. "Would you like me to do that again?" God, yes!"I started to slide down, but Mike stopped me. He patted my thigh. "Turn this way. I want to be able to do the same for you."A bit awkwardly, I folded the covers back and swiveled so that my hips were even. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark pools of shadow in the empty doorways and the rubbish in the street. Far away she could hear the hot whine of tires on asphalt, and.