<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Done, woo-hoo!</strong><br/><br/>The warm lick didn't clear her mind, but it sure focused her mind.  ""Don't stop!"  Being able to breath freely again helped lots.  Her fingernails were scraping againt the table edge, arms tene and tight as she pushed back against the Domme.<em>That wasn't so bad, took me by surprise but wow, breathplay isn't too</em>- pretty much her last thought, coherent thought was almost impossible for her now.  Those teeth graaing very tender flesh, just a hint of what was there, and fingers gripping her ass  that weren't really gentle at all.