After all, wasn’t it better to see some other woman suffering rather than get ‘punished’ themselves?A particular favourite of tourists, and one ...hat horrified the women more than most things, was the Museum of Living Art. In that place, females were literally turned into objects – tables, chairs, desks, lamps, lampshades, and even worse things. Admission to the Museum was free for men but women were required to pay a ?5 entry fee. If a woman was foolish enough either to refuse to pay or to say. She looked out her window at the woman who got off the bus. The woman had started walking toward her; seemed to change her mind; turned around; walked to the corner; turned right and headed down Roxanne's street.The woman was Kathy Baker. She had moved into the house next door a couple of weeks ago. Roxanne had only met her once or twice, and then just briefly. She knew Kathy was in her twenties and divorced, but that was about it. Roxanne had meant to get to know her better, but had been so. ’ Aidan reached behind him, grabbing her arm and dragging her around him to pull her into his arms. He kissed her, lifting his head when she settled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘I’m not sure how I feel about this…’ Mia smiled. ‘I guess you’ve got two options. You could make the best out of it and make love with me once more before we have to go to work, or you can get pissy about having a woman best you and take me back to my truck now. Which do you prefer?’ ‘Wait…then all. He grasps your hands in his and pins them to the bed. He thrusts his tongue inside of your pussy hard and deep. You whence in pleasure. Before you can utter a sound he starts to lick the inner fold of your pussy. His tongue darts in and out of your pussy faster and faster. Your pleasure mounts. He senses your eminent release. He forces his tongue deeper inside your pussy than any tongue has ever been before. Your body is overcome with feelings of fire and ice. These feelings are.