"But suppose you had no control over that power," Goncourt ventured, andhis voice now took on a darker tone. "Suppose that power was unbridled, soto s...peak, in the same way that passion is sometimes described." "Meaning?" she asked, turning to him once more. "Lean forward a little, take firm hold of the reins," he told her, offeringno explanation. And then, when she hesitated: "Please? Trust me? Take tighthold of the reins as you would do when riding to hounds." With a patient smile and a shake. And there it was on display as she had never before seen it. At the top where the lips began there was a small wand-like piece of skin poking out between them, looking not unlike the head of a tiny cobra peeping out as if on guard. The lips that surround it were crinkly in spots and took on a slightly pinkish tinge. Carrie reached down and opened the lips with two fingers. She could see her tiny channel very clearly. It was pink to red, moist looking, and somehow reminded her of a piece of raw. I knew I couldn't keep up thatpace.I watched as she took off her shirt and pulled off her bra. Her smallbreasts were firm and beautiful. I was surprised to see that eachnipple was pierced with small silver rings.She stuck her chest out into my face. "Oh, George. Do you like what yousee? Would you kiss them for me?"I didn't need a second invitation. I set my drink down and held her asI nibbled and kissed her exposed flesh.I could hear her breathing change and her hands grabbed my head.Suddenly,. I surveyed the drink selection as Lincoln asked, “What can I get you?”Noticing a couple of people enter the kitchen, I replied, “Beer is good for me.”Lincoln nodded and grabbed a couple of bottles for us. One of the guys that had just arrived came up to us, “Hey Lincoln, I’m glad you showed up, man.”I watched as Lincoln acknowledged him, “Good to see you, Mark. I wouldn’t miss your first blow-out of the year for anything,” Lincoln paused and smiled at me, “This is Mark, our host. Mark, this is.