I do it on occasion also. Don't worry about it.”I started to work again, but she kept on with her confession. We continued talking about how it felt... how she'd never experienced that feeling before. That she was shocked at herself because another girl had made her feel that way. She went on to tell me she was afraid that liking it would make her a lesbian. I laughed asking her what's wrong with being a lesbian. That stumped her. She asked if I was a lesbian. I told her no, I don't label myself;. ”He inserted his fingers into her mouth, playing with her tongue. She tried to pull away, both with her body and the wet tendril. With his other hand, Xavier held the leash to her collar, keeping her from leaning back. By holding his lower jaw, he was able to keep her from shaking her head. Against her pride, she gave in and let her body go limp. Her hatred for Xavier had reached new heights, the feeling of his fingers in her mouth made her want to throw up. At least he had done a thorough job. While waiting for the drinks, I scanned the room again, admiring the beautiful dresses that some of the women were wearing and noticed that more of the older women chose longer, more formal evening gowns, while women my age opted for the shorter cocktail dress. It must be a generational thing. However, I loved how their more formal attire added to the feeling of the exclusivity of the event. It was fun to pretend I was royalty, or maybe a Hollywood starlet, if only for the evening. I was. She lifted her head off the pillow and saw rows of beds lined up against the walls of the facility. The lights bulbs were old fashioned, not the florescent ones they had in hospitals these days. The walls themselves looked old, as if the structure was built centuries ago. In fact, the underground facility was old. It was a bomb shelter built way before her time. Now it held metal hospital beds with whimpering women strapped down to them.Sarah gasped softly as she took in the sight to her right..