“Ahhh… Ooh…” My body was soaked with sweat. A hungry tongue lapped my pussy, and even though my calves were burning and my arms ached, I neede... more. Instead, yet again, all contact ceased.I waited. I listened. I felt the little annoyances of my hair sticking to my sweaty face, my feet now wobbling in my stilettos from standing so long in one place, rivulets of sweat tickling my skin as it dripped from my body. The silence was killing me. The only sound I could hear was the drumming of my heart. On more than one occasion, Ilane, or Ruben, tried to pry out what had brought us together. For the most part, I was able to side-step the question, but I knew I would not be able to leave the table unless I gave them something.Her attention was creating a stirring in my loins, which would soon become obvious. Ruben laughed at my predicament, while Ilane looked on with a smile. Kafe, of course, was disgusted by the sight of his sister kissing a person, especially one as cool as Davik. As I was. Not bad?but not good either. And that was just the warm-up.?Bernard watched Skyla’s chest rise up and down, deep breaths to compose herself after the two minute flogging. With her eyes covered, the rest of her senses were heightened. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears, the room otherwise silent except for Bernard’s occasional movements. The position was comfortable, but holding a single position for a long period without moving or shifting at all still was not easy. She just tried to. Her eyes are what caught his attention first. They were intense, filled with purpose, and all the wonder of the universe. Then she smiled an awkward smile that reminded him of a cherub as she attempted to hand back the Kobe beef to him. She apologized for being preoccupied, not paying attention and something or another about her job, but all he could hear was his heart beating faster and faster as his mind raced with what he should say next. How do you talk to an angel? Adrian thought. As he.