Hot and wet, soft and inviting, with a small patch of wispy fur above. Her scent was intoxicating. Karen was writhing on the couch, eyes closed, bitin...g her lip and moaning, one hand pinching a nipple while the other hand directing his to touch her in places she liked best.“That’s my clit,” she whispered, “Touch me here, and I’ll cum real hard for you!”While he rubbed her clit with one hand, the probing fingers of his other found her snug hole, so he inserted one into her tight sheath. The walls. I had a hard time accepting that, I guess partly because it meant that I was pretty gullible. There was something else bothering me... Something Susan had said triggered something in my subconscious but I couldn't think of exactly what it was.Suddenly my attention was drawn back to Susan as I heard her say "Now do you understand?I decided that the best thing for me at that point was to agree with her.After that Susan took me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom. When we go there she said "I. If I or the Swan Songcommittee can't come up with a plan, Swan Song will be terminated andyou and Chuck will be safe. Will that bother you?" No, Gabby, it won't. I'll do whatever I'm ordered to do, even if theorder is cast as a vague 'suggestion,' like it was with Swan Song. I'mnot a hero, Gabby, I want to be a wife and mother first, then maybe anaccountant, and definitely not some sort of female James Bond super-spywith a license to kill. I'm just here because I have a hard time sayingno when. He could feel his erection risebeneath the towel, his penis strain upwards as the pleasure at his chestincreased. Brenda's fingertips danced over his nipples, touching them,molding them, and pinching them. They seemed larger somehow, like littleerections on his chest, standing taller than they'd ever stood before.Even the flesh around them had increased its sensitivity as Brenda'sfingers pulled and played with his new, erect nipples.Then, as suddenly as it began, it was done. Brenda's.