<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Physical</strong><br/><br/>hands.  Susan;s hands were strong, with long fingers.  She had small calluses from holding assorted imlements for minor surgery, but she kept them as soft as she could - her patients preffered it that way even if they didn't know it.<br/><br/>Dropping to her knees, kissing Mara's belly, dropping her hands to the tops of the Dommes feet, slowly stroking up the front of the legs.   Just barely stopping short of the joining of thigh and torso. Moving to the side slightly, and slowly back down, very slowly.  moving again, to fresh skin, very slowly and lingeringly, fingers trailing in lazy circles as she moved back up.  Kissing Mara softly and wetly along the upper edge, the sides of her landing strip now.  Susan's hands had covered the front, the sides, the backs of the Domme's legs now, her palms slid along Mara's ass, then back down, palms on backs of thighs as the street doctor's fingers slipped to the inner thighs,.  Keeping a firm but not tight grip, her hands moved down those beautiful legs , then very slowly began moving up.<br/>