..biting, licking and suckling at my neck. Less than a dozen words have passed between us and my body already feels alive with need, heart pounding, a...d breath coming in gasps, my fingers grasping at you in need.> > Seamlessly, almost without a pause, your fingers deftly opened the buttons on my blouse and I feel your lips moving lower to capture my hard nipples. Moving from breast to breast, sucking in my nipples and teasing them with your tongue. Your lips moving lower, I feel your tongue. "Hey Cowboy! How's it going?" "Hey Maggie. Or should I call you Cowgirl? If only you wore the hat at work." "Haha. Well I do have a hat but I only bring it out on special occasions." "Yeah? What do you consider a special occasion?" "A country concert. A hot picnic date. I dunno, any excuse to wear it I guess." "I definitely want to see that hat." She laughed and started walking up the stairs. I decided to pull a line I already used out of desperation. "Maggie, if I had my Cowboy rope right now. The whip-masterwas a veteran, and despite the obvious temptation did not focus solely on thosetender orbs. Up and down her body the leather roved, leaving its redweals in its wake. He varied his targets, giving her no chance to predictwhether the nest stroke would sear her already bloodied back… 'Nnnnnhhh.' ...leave a trickle of blood from some new cut across her abdomen… ' Ohhh haaamm.' …kiss her heaving tits and firm nipples with its acid fire… 'uuUU nnhhh !' …or add. I had a low cut pink blouse, no bra, and short tight black skirt with fishnet clad thigh highs!!!!!! We slid onto two empty bar stools and ordered a couple of whiskeys. It wasn't too long before we settled into our usual game of sexual truth or dare. It was my turn this week to be dared (I don't think we ever pick truth), and I was more than ready to accept any dare that came my way. Whiskey does that! Or at least that's what I thought until Mr. Big, Black, and Sexy walked in the door. I could.