Getting on the bed Frances lay showing all she had; kissing her body, softly I gradually moved down her body and got in between her legs I lowered my ...ead, and started to lick her pussy, teasing her clit, Frances groaned and clenched the bed, “oh god what are you doing” lapping her juices up I was making her soaking wet, Frances begged for my cock, flicking her swollen clit it made her cum.Moving up the bed my cock slipped in making her groan again “fuck me, fuck me good and hard”, as I thrust. " There was a round of laughter after that comment. I let the conversation swirl around for a moment, then decided that there was an important issue I should raise."Before you get too deep into this, I want to make sure that you understand the risks that you will be taking. You will be naked in a bar full of bikers and rednecks, at least on the other side, and you will be naked in a lounge full of lesbians, who can be like hungry sharks. At the very least, you will have plenty of crude comments. The threshold between the two begins to blur anyway, she mused, when the pleasure moves to the level of the extreme. In short, she derived a lot of satisfaction in driving her subjects crazy, then watching them once they were released. Male, female, it didn’t matter. They were all tested to the limit, exposed to both fear and desire, and the results she got were generally quite extraordinary. All her colleagues saw were her tools and toys, never were they allowed to see how she actually used. ”I felt like a kid trying to get to sleep on Christmas Eve after that. Eventually I did drift off to sleep but instead of having visions of sugar plums I was dreaming about doing some pretty despicable things with my friend’s significant other.When I woke up the next morning I tried to make a pot of coffee. This task was halted by the lack of working water in the house. I tried the kitchen sink, bathroom sink, even the shower before I decided that the pipes must be frozen. The storm was still.