Morgan jumped at the sound of Frey's bag hitting the floor.  Despite herself she watched as the woman bent over.  She told herself she was simply admiring the aesthetics of Frey's body.  That she was not attracted.  No...not in the slightest.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard she found her mouth to be suddenly dry.  Taking a deep drink she sought to steal her nerves.  The challenge had been made.  Even if it wasn't the challenge she was planning on.<br/><br/>Deep down she wondered what it would be like.  She'd never been...licked there.  Just the thought of it made her heart pound.<br/><br/>“Ummm...yyyy...yes.  If...if that's how you choose.  I...I'm...”  The rest of the glass was soon empty and she was feeling...wavy.  “I'm wet.  All wet.  From your dare.  You clean me up or forfeit.  How you clean me is your choice.”  Nodding far more vigorously than required she found herself losing her balance and starting to fall forward.  Seeking to compensate she leaned back.  Too far.<br/><br/>With a giggle she found herself on her back, legs still crossed as she stared up at the ceiling.  She hadn't noticed the pattern in the ceiling before.