Should I? Dare I... ?"All right, but as I said, a quickie." He nodded, and turned to go up the stairs. She followed him, feeling absolutely exhilarate.... Thoughts flew through her mind: I can't believe what I'm doing! Sex with a total stranger! Sex! Oh, my God! He's going to actually fuck me! Do I ask for the money up front? Will he expect me to suck him off? Oh, God, I'm getting wet! This is too insane! Why am I doing this?Once in his bedroom, he stood there looking her over, as if inspecting. I pretended I wasn’t ready to let her off the hook yet though and I put my nose in the air and sniffed. Liz knew I was joking and started tickling my ribs until I had to dance back out of her reach.I grabbed a robe for Liz to wear and held it out for her to slide into it.“You better go and have your shower. If you leave it too long, Tara will get in the bathroom first and she takes forever! Maybe once you’re clean and presentable, I might think about forgiving you.”“I’m so sorry. I was lying. Again, Christi taunted him, "Trying to find water, farm boy? You're supposed to use a forked stick."Aruld snarled, "Stupid woman," as he continued to await an opportunity to strike.Christi remained facing him, keeping her balance and ready to defend or move, as necessary. "Have a problem with women? Maybe you prefer sheep," she said with a smile and a chuckle.Growling, he stepped forward and launched a vicious slash at her neck. Rather than parry the attack and counter with her weapon, Christi. She probed greedily, wantonly, as if the answer to some burning question might be found within. I felt the tapered tip painting shapes on the roof of my mouth and my inner cheeks, wrestling with my tongue. It was like damp satin, so smooth and slick, my eyes fluttering as more of its coils piled into my head. She was careful with the rough side, I could barely feel the feline barbs.Her tight grip hurt my broken rib a little, but I was too enraptured by the artful strokes of her tongue to care..