Still, she was rather distressed by the hanging position she found herself in, it felt unnatural because she had few movement options. She was hanging... much like a side of beef, admittedly a well-supported side of beef, but still hanging.Once she was in an upright position and I had my floor height adjusted, I began the warm-up of her wonderful bottom. I started with a light flogger, which I called the fly-swatter. The first strike was quite loud, and was totally unexpected, but the flogger had. She looked down, watching a tickle of bloodescape from her into the bowl below. Rhone squeezed her hand until thetickle stopped, then gently removed the dagger and patted her cleftwith a damp cloth, cleaning it off. She then took the bowl andpresented it to the high priestess, who swirled the blood round in thebowl slowly, peering intently at it."Step over here, child," she said. The girl quickly collected herself,and stepped out of the circle. The old woman pointed into the bowl."What do you. Her red hair cascaded down her shouldersin long curls. She was so damn sexy. My clitty startedswelling as I watched her move on the dance floor. Thefullness of her ass sending shivers through me. Iunconsciously started licking my lips and running my longred nails up and down my stocking covered thighs. I wantedher bad. The music stopped and she started walking towardsthe bar. Feeling self-conscious I turned away and broughtmy white wine to my lips.Moments I was startled as this gorgeous. I had hopes that they would hit on her and try and seduce her and several times I saw it happen, but Bett never gave them what they and I both wanted. Throughout this period though, I never got up enough nerve to tell Bett what I really wanted.For our sixteenth anniversary I took Bett to Las Vegas for a weekend. When she wasn't looking I stuck her shortest skirt, her sexiest low cut blouse and a pair of CFM high heels in her suitcase. When we got to Vegas and she unpacked she gave me a funny.