At aninstinctual level though, she knew Dan needed the release and comfortthat sexual pleasure brings.Anne placed Dan on the nearby bunk he slept in n...w to be near her. Shefirmly but gently removed his boots and socks. Then she unsnapped hisshirt and removed it from him. When she attempted to remove hisundershirt he resisted. She only looked at him. A look that said you'rebeing silly he relented.Dan said, "I should try to please you first. It's been awhile for youtoo."Anne shook her head, "No,. Their almost singular shared orgasm had served to lift her to an even higher plane of mindless bliss, but now it forced him to stop mid-thrust as the sensation quickly turned from pulsing pleasure to throbbing pain. For what seemed like an age they had both grunted and splashed spit, sweat and sperm as they writhed like a double-backed beast in its final throes of life. Now, when the beaching wave of ecstasy had passed on, and nothing more than an undulating ripple of sensation was left to wash. ’“Fine with me,’ she replied. ‘I don’t have to do anything, and I don’t care about losing the game.’“I turned on my flashlight and pointed it at her. ‘I dare you to fuck yourself… with your flashlight as a dildo.’”“OMG, what did she do?” Brie asked.“She giggled in, like, a bashful kind of way and shied away from the light. I didn’t get it, at first, but then she nodded and said, ‘Okay, but if I do this dare, then you lose the game. And I’m going to use this instead.’ Then then she leaned over. An addition to the line that my Paramour, Chloe, had worn the first time I collared her. Different situation, different time. It seemed like ages ago, but it hadn't even been a year. However, this brunette, with her just-past-shoulder length locks and soft face looked so much like her. Not like Chloe, but like Sally. I looked at her hands as she adjusted the bra's only strap, around her torso, putting it in its proper place just under her breasts. Her hands were so delicate. Sally's were like.