She could feel the cool flow of air across her bare skin, and the thought of being exposed to whomever her lover chose made her nipples harden and her... thighs tremble.She heard the sharp sound of a match being struck, then she could smell the sulphur as it burned and was extinguished. The pungent smell was soon replaced with that of cinnamon; someone had lit a candle. Still, no other sound, no touch.Then, suddenly, she heard the crack of the cat-o-nine-tails as the soft strips of leather sang. In addition to her oozing sex appeal she was also very proficient at her job and usually had everything done for me by mid-afternoon. I came to enjoy our late afternoon chats, where we talked about all sorts of every day stuff, including our respective marriages. Seems she liked to lend an ear when I offloaded to her about my marital difficulties. She was certainly a woman who knew the allure she held over men. Aside from her looks and accent, she also had a very sexual nature, constantly. " Anna said."Shhhhhh," Deb laughed. "Just enjoy....and you will, darling. Call me later and let me know how it went. If you can, Juan's tongue leaves me SO drained!"She waltzed out and Anna waited, eager but unsure. In minutes, she heard a car pull into the drive and then footsteps on the walk and then the door open. Around the corner walked the dark-skinned stud, in tight jeans and t-shirt looking so young and virile, dark eyes flashing, white teeth cutting the gathering dark."Juan, nice to. Bear, I call.”“I sing a song. A healing song. For I call to you. Bear, I call.”The sound of the drum and his own voice lulled Brett into calmness. He opened his inner eyes. Tall, dew drenched trees shrouded in the morning fog surrounded him. The scent of the rich loam of the forest floor wafted around him. Brett shivered as a cool wind kissed his skin.Bear was digging into an old log. Brett sat on it.Bear pulled up a sliver of wood and licked under it. “Grubs. Want some?”“Thank you.” Brett.