It was made stronger by the fact her legs were open and the cool air on her exposed and damp sex, making her feel vulnerable to say the least, especia...ly knowing that they still had lit candles and aspirations in respect of her main sexual area. It she knew would only be a matter of time…They made her wait, sipping drinks, which were not offered to their victim, the three sat like Macbeths tree witches, allowing those blobs that had once been nipples, to cool and harden. Once the shell had. I was praying for release as Marlene began to tug at my shirt which was tucked snuggly in my waist. ‘Right here?’ I asked as we laid on the sofa. ‘Yes, right here, right now,’ Marlene replied as she rolled to her side and pulled my shirttail up over my chest. I assisted by lifting my back and pulling the shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. Marlene’s mouth was over my nipple before the shirt hit the hardwood surface. She reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, unzipping and pushing. With John, it mostly the opposite - lots of oral and hard, energetic sex. But that was OK, because it seemed to fit the relationship.”“Interesting,” I replied.“I loved him, but not the way I love you. He was very virile and had a need to be dominant; you’re just as virile, maybe even more, but you’re very gentle, too.”“Did you say anything to him about it?” I asked.Liz laughed softly, “No. It was different, but it kind of fit the relationship. It was pleasurable, too.”“A side of you I don’t. But the most shocking, surprising, delightful part was that there were neat holes cut in her top, through which her nipples protruded. Thin silver chains, about 12 long, hung from the piercings in her nipples. Another, identical chain hung from her pierced navel, and two more chains hung below the hem of her skirt, presumably from her pierced labia. I greeted Sarah warmly with a big hug and a kiss. She returned my affection then turned her attention to Angie who was hanging back. Sarah grabbed.