Fingers pressing into her. Slippery strokes as his tongue swirls over that divine organ. Clitoris burning up under the rhythmic attack of her wet fing...rs. His wild tongue. Yes. And then it happened: knees shuddering / body snapping forward. Those initial sparks (that seemed to start deep in her womb) flaring outwards into scorching flames that lapped through her body/ engulfing her/ consuming every inch of her being as she climaxed in a violent explosion of light and heat. Severine slumped. However, I was not specific beyond that. Once those steps were in place I could think.I had thought that the pain party Friday was a petty territorial insult by the Black Kings against the Crystal Aztexs, small-time because they were always fighting for territory. But the face Gracie had picked was a Sunset Shark VP who specialized in smooth-talking folks into things, and that made the situation much worse. It meant the Sharks were deliberately instigating a war which would involve and weaken. ?I saw you in the restaurant earlier, you were rude and cut in front of me and I thought you looked like you needed some lessons in manners, my kind of lessons.? She whispers. You can't see her very well in the darkness but by her weight guess she is short, about 5'5, with strong legs, judging by the way she has them tight and bent against your hips. You struggle against your bonds but realize they are secure and you aren't going anywhere. She leans down further and licks against the tape over. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large mustache reminded her of town Marshals in western movies."Well," he said smiling kindly, "they grow 'em kind of short here don't they? Pretty though. Real pretty. Come on in."She stepped into the room tentatively and shuddered slightly when she heard the door close behind her. The room was like a thousand others,.