<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Physical</strong><br/>Mara panted in a low voice. The hardening affected both the nipple and the flesh around it - though less so - betraying her pleasure. Sure, it didn't seem like she was trying to hide it, either.<br/>If anything, Susan was pretty sure she could detect - not feel directly, not smell, and certainly not hear, but detect somehow - that Mara's juices were running. The girl did carry her hearth on her sleeve, even when she didn't have a sleeve. Like now.<br/>Or maybe it was just when she felt relaxed, with a sub.<br/>Whatever the case, the whip strolled to Susan's back of the head, and kept it there. Mara was setting her the pace, and she seemed to enjoy it.<br/>At the same time, her knee rose between Susan's thighs, sharply, and slowed  only at the last moment. Instead of delivering a strike, she gently rubbed the slit of the older woman, while the whip kept her head where it was.<br/>"You're doing well", Mara whispered, dreamily. "I'm allowing you to use your hands as well, now!"