Instead there was a woman in heat. A woman that found pleasure in displaying her body. A woman that found a thrill in being around rich, powerful, dom...inating men. She found herself reaching into the front of her G-string. Her pussy was slick with her own juices. As she started to rub her extended clit, there was a knock at door. "Babbs, this is Esther, are you in there?" was the voice from the hallway. Cracking the door open the smallest amount, Babbs saw the familiar face. She opened the. Turning to Christina she grabbed the red head by the hair, pulled back her head and French kissed her hard. She attached a cylinder to the to the pump's hose then fit it over one of Christina's nipples. Holding it in place she looked at me and nodded. I started squeezing the pump's lever. Christina's nipple was sucked half way up the tube. When it was secure, Vicky released the cylinder from the pump and started the process on her other nipple. “Oh........that tingles so good.” Vicky didn't. She heard the breathing and smelled a familiar perfume. ‘Great,’ she said tiredly. ‘More talking?’ ‘I doubt it,’ Dr. Carolyn Martin said. ‘I suspect you’ll go silent again. Pain seems to be elevated to something almost honorable when it’s called ‘suffering.’ Suffering is something you can hold on to when everything else is missing and it’s something you get to do quietly. I’ve never been through what you’re going through and I won’t pretend to. But everyone, sometime in their life, feels pain. I stared straight ahead, knowing that with being blinded, looking down at the ground or up at your face (wherever that may be) would be silly and senseless. I heard a low chuckle of pleasure. Good. My heart swelled with pride. I did something right -- and it was so simple to do, painless even. I was even happier to realize that you didn't set me down in the puddle I'd created. I had almost forgotten about it, since I remained relatively dry, having had my legs spread wide."Why aren't your ears.