He gets onto his knees as he frees them from her feet. She is moaning and her hips are undulating, trying to find the pressure she desperately needs. ...e runs his hands from her ankles to her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs. His mouth has reached her panties, and he runs his tongue along the waist band, backwards and forwards from hip to hip. His hands move towards her center and down. His thumbs lightly brushing over her wet heat at the apex of her thighs, again and again with more. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and anticipation. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies. My hubby took my hand and led me to the second door on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our. Now it was our turn to be nervous in the hours leading up to meeting at Likkks. Kate didn’t know what to wear. She tried getting Zoe on the phone, but it was always busy. Finally she called a bisexual friend of Zoe’s, Esmé, who told her that ‘anything goes at Likkks’ and suggested Kate wear her black leather miniskirt and a tank top. That way, said Esmé, Kate’s only tattoo, an eagle on her right thigh would be visible. ‘Tattoos are always welcome at Likkks.’ As for me, I didn’t worry much about. Even though it might be hard, I wanted to. “Please, Goddess... harder. I want to give you my tears and sobbing to enjoy. Please, please, please.” I broke down into a pathetic chain of pleases, overcome by the sense of shame at begging to be brought to tears by a stranger's harsh beating, and somewhat unbelieving of myself begging for more of the already excruciating pain. “Mmm. Good boy.” With a nod, the beating began again, the suffering inflicted on me, even greater than before, bringing me.