<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Done</strong><br/><br/>The whip suddenly disappears from Susan's throat. For a moment, Mara almost seems hesitant...almost.<br/>"Please what? Sorry, dear, I've started already. Unless you're asking me to continue?"<br/>The moment passes, and she spreads the older woman's legs, while crouching between them. Her tongue and mouth now replace the fingers - and she seems skilled enough with them. Or at least, she was good enough not to bite her, while remaining insistent. Instead, her tongue swirls around, looking for the most sensitive spot.<br/>She makes the logical choice at first, and licks her clitoris, watching out for her reaction.