Grimacing, cringing, trying desperately to shrink away from the invading tongue as it works its way around the gag, shuddering when it reaches her neck.  A very unintentional whimper escapes around the gag as the saliva coated muscle winds its way down, leaving a shining trail onto her breasts.<br/><br/>Bella's mind is working overtime trying to remove herself from the feel of him sitting in her lap, imprisoned beneath his weight while his tongue and fingers tease and torment her tender nipples.  Despite her fear and feelings of disgust her nipples rise to attention, hardening into tight little peaks on her full breasts.  Overly sensitized they draw up tight and hard, his saliva coating making them gleam in the dim light.