<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Going with the flow</strong><br/>"I love an woman that takes care of her guns", Mara smiled. She took the weapons with a piece of cloth and put them in the plastic bag. Then she simply stashed it under the table and cracked the whip. But she wasn't looking at the whip any more than Susan was.<br/>She had locked her gaze with Susan, and only took it off to stroll over her body. Waves were running down the whip's end, moved by her wrist in the musuc's rhythm.<br/>She seemed content with her toy, as Susan lost her bra. Then the whip seemingly grew more menacing, as the mature woman was stepping out of her jeans. Then it calmed back while she started moving her hips again while pulling the panties down.<br/>It didn't seem like she more than registered her scars, and they didn't phase her.<br/>Then Mara's hand moved, and the whip lightly fell on Susan's left shoulder. It wasn't a strike, more like a caress from shoulder to the middle of the thigh. And then it began to wave like a real snake, climbing back up her body, until it got near her neck.<br/>Then it entangled around the woman's neck. Mara was smiling.<br/>It wasn't a loop, as Susan quickly realised - she had turned it around her neck twice, so the cord wasn't sliding. Instead, it meant that she could...<br/><em>...Susan felt a jerk forward, almost losing balance and was pulled...<br/></em>...up to where Mara was standing. And then the pull directed her down, hinting to kneel.<br/>"Very well, though you'll have to learn better dancing. But for now, your next task is to undress me. Keep to the rhythm, sub!"