His search of the cupboards had produced a bottle of Bourbon. Two glasses on the low table between the settle and the fire were half filled with the a...ber coloured liquid, warmed by the reflected heat of the dancing flames that refracted and glinted through the glass.Jason sat opposite her and reached for his glass. He studied her face as if to burn the image into his memory as he sipped the warm spirit and felt it course downhis throat, his taste buds telling him that it was strong liquor. Chelsea moaned and wriggled on his lap her pussy now dripping wet and the smell of her arousal permeating the air. He watched her as she toyed with her buds enjoying what it was doing to her. But he wanted more. "Now, slut, like THIS!" he said reaching down to grab the closest nipple and pinching it so hard Chelsea squealed in protest, kicking her legs up. "That is what I mean by pinching your nipple. Now do the other one just like that," he growled menacingly. Chelsea complied, pinching the. It was their brains fighting what their bodies were doing.Vanessa couldn't control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body, the six older men sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain, John Mellencamp singing, "I want you to dance naked." She looked at Dr. Michael, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his. I remember your kiss more than anything else. The memory of way your tongue knew exactly how to lap at my mouth interferes with my daily routines, even now. The way that your hands knew exactly how soft to be, one minute, and how rough to be, the next, is etched on my libido. You taught me about pleasure in a world that I regarded as mostly pain. The soft caresses, the rhythmic thrust of your cock, and the way your eyes could hypnotize me… I promised that some day we would never be apart. The.