”“I know,” Liz said, “but fair is fair. You wanted to know if I can take orders. And I can.” She unbuttoned the front of the blouse she was ...wearing.“Liz!” Mike cried out. He still hadn’t started undressing. Liz ignored him, tossing her blouse to the floor and unclasping her bra.“Geez, Mike, live a little,” she said as she exposed her small, but perky, tits to the room. I hadn’t seen them before, of course, and it was nice to get a chance to after seeing her around the building so many. “I love you, Bridged.”“Love you too, China Girl,” Brigida returned, panting. She had not fully recovered from her session with Vartorix when the two of them had made love. She snuggled against Diana and kissed the pink tip of her left breast. “I’m glad we’ve managed to recruit Vartorix and his troops to our cause,” Brigida said. “Someday, when we’re old and grey, we might look back on this day as the turning point in our struggle with the Romans.” She began to suckle like a baby at its mother’s. How can I describe it as "exceptional" when every night I've ever spent in bed with Josie was exceptional (at least for me). That old saw about "even when it's bad, it's good" just wasn't applicable, 'cause it was never bad.But anyway, it wasn't make-up sex, really, because by the time we got to bed that night, Josie's negative reaction to my earlier harangue about my contract, and my bitching about how Bill was conducting the negotiations, had all pretty much faded away. It wasn't that we had. No one has ever done this to me or spent so much time teasing me. I don't know how to react. I am overwhelmed by the emotion and feeling that is arising in me. You ask if I'm okay because I'm shaking so much and I say yes I'm more than okay. You kiss my forehead and look into my eyes, then you press the tip of your cock against my pussy and I whimper. Slowly you slide in a few inches and it drives me wild. You just sit there and I squirm, trying to get more of you into me. You are firm with me.