(Marion with Misty – Walking down the street)<br/><br/>Hearing her talk was like flying and when she talked about tonguing it felt like falling. Marion could still feel the rough leather collar around her own neck, the feel of the bulbous cockhead at her sobbing lips, the swishing fall of the rod across her puffy nipples bursting with pain, blooming into agony.<br/><br/>She snapped out of it with a shy smile and threaded her arm into Misty’s, squeezing herself close to the plush fabric. She led them down the block away from the party. Dark windowed brownstones rose on both sides promising the open street privacy this neighborhood was know for and the slight thrill of being in public at night alone.<br/><br/>The tall moon shone so bright that the night was crystal clear and lovely lit. Marion looked up with Misty, up to the sky, the moon, even the stars beyond where the city did not erase them with the tawdry lights of its presence.<br/><br/>However, she was keenly aware of the earth, the ground and all the terrible things moving there, following, skittering after them and clicking their shiny mandibles, waiting… always hungry and waiting.<br/><br/>“I don’t have good luck with boys at all.” Marion admitted turning her pale face up to the great round light. “I guess I find them a little scary, a lot scary really.” She said with a small laugh making her face look perfectly natural, perfectly beautiful. Telling the truth made her feel a little better.<br/><br/>“But I like you a lot already. I hope that’s not creepy.” She said turning her head, blue eyes almost electric in the light of the night. “I just feel like you won’t hurt me.”<br/><br/>