You want my juices to flood your mouth and you want them now. You retreat your tongue from the hole and begin to move down to my clitoris, making me s...quirm more. Under your groaning, I hear a chuckle. You just love the power you have over me, the power to make me wriggle and want more of you. It makes you feel dominant and masculine when I moan over your tongue. A sense of complete control makes you thrive. Your fingers pump me hard, pushing against my rectum. Your tongue sucks and nibbles my. Instead, I turn and scoop up a handful of crushed ice.I had slipped this into the room after Emily-Jane was bound, she has no idea I have it. With one smooth motion, I slap a full handful of the icy crush between her thighs.Her smooth-shaven mound, those swollen pink lips, even that quivering brown-tinged ring, they all get hit by my icy surprise.Emily-Jane screams into the mattress, her body, now rigid, fights against its bindings.I start to massage those cold crystals into her swollen. “I want you as sticky as I am right now.”The rest of dinner went wonderfully, the food she had selected was great, and after diner, she suggested that we go to her favorite dance club.We hailed a cab in front of the restaurant, and went to the East Village, where we stopped at a club called, “The Cat Club”. The doorman knew Samantha, and we walked right in, avoiding the velvet rope lines. Inside the packed club was filled with some very exotic looking people, crazy, outlandish outfits, and lots. “I told him you expect to be licked and teased while I watch. Oral sex only, no fucking. When I told him you have a magnificent ass and that you expect him to worship it, he asked if I did. Every chance I get,” I told him.“Has he ever made a pass at you?”“No, but he has told me more than once I have the second biggest cock in the gym after him.”“Wow, that means he must be more than …”“Yes baby, he is, much bigger,” he cuts in before I can finish.“What would you like me to wear for our new.