May I ask for some help?’ he asked. ‘Oh, dear me. I’m dreadfully inexperienced in that department. But very well, I suppose it can’t hurt… m..., anyway…’ Jane walked into the man’s room, which he had converted into a fairly impressive BDSM dungeon. He bent over in wait. Jane took a whip, and snapped it right over his back. The leather had ripped open, and it left a long, bloody gash. ‘Oh dear me! I’m so sorry!’ Jane said in worry. ‘Oh, no, that was good, keep going.’ Jane cracked the whip. Life is strange. But dreams can sometimes come very true and become reality. Please hold that thought very tightly to your heart." "Please read what follows only as me trying to show you why I feel so lonely as well. We both have dreams that leave us unfulfilled in real life." "I always sleep in the nude, starting on my back with my legs well spread and the air from an open window blowing across my pussy. By the time I'm finally asleep, I'm deeply aroused at a subliminal level and I know this. Helen’s boobs, perfect hips, and narrow waist along with her perfect legs really caught the interest of the crowd of mostly male admirers. Dave and the dozen others from the Circle applauded. Owen leaned over to Dave and Kellie and said, “Wow! Where have you been hiding her?”Helen danced some more and then carefully and seductively slid the panties down her legs and over the Come-Fuck-Me shoes she’d been wearing. Naked except for the shoes she started to dance again. A steady flurry of paper. She wore no panties. Her nicely trimmed crotch was a perfect triangle."Mange-moi, saloppe", she whispered. Her words were like steel darts dipped in honey. Brigitte never even wavered. She leaned forward to press her lips against the slit. She opened it with the tip of her tongue. She rested her hands on the woman's hips and pressed forward. She tasted the slick pink linings. Then she moved upwards to search for the clit."Fuck me with your pointed tongue, cheap little whore."The words seemed to.