<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Physical</strong><br/>The Domme sighed deeply, and visibly relaxed under Susan's touches. Then the whip looped around her own neck.<br/>Once again, Susan could feel it wasn't a loop. Mara was just going to...<br/>With a pull and a twist, the younger woman pulled her back upright, then turned her to face the table. The whip pulled, and Susan found herself on top of it, face down, her tits pressed against the cold surface. Well, as cold as it got.<br/>Which was when she realised Mara was holding the whip with only one hand. Where was the other?<br/>She heard a wet sound - almost like the sound of someone's hand being inserted, then pulled out of a wet mouth - and two or three of Mara's outstretched, wet fingers inserted themselves in her slit.<br/>"Now you're going to scream for me, dear", the Domme whispered, still not releasing her neck.<br/>That was before the finger-fucking began in earnest.