<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Getting Physical</strong><br/><br/>Leather.  Susan wasn't a leather girl per se, but  since her one experiment with vinyl leggings had been a dismally unexiciting faiure... she rather liked the smell, the touch of leather?  It did have a primal edge to it, oh yes.  She nodded at the compliment - and that was indeed a compliment.<br/><br/>Following the pull of that whip, she rose, slowly, carefully,  bending at the knees as she rose, keeping her face level with Mara's bosom.  Inches away, and Oh God, if this was a test it was a rough one.  The pull was a blessing, Susan put her hands behind her back, one hand locked on the wrist of the other arm.  And kissed Mara's soft skin, a dry kiss between the breasts that turned into a wet kiss just below a nipple, moving along the inside curve of the breast, above, then outside not quite touching the tip.  Wanting to, very much.  Looking directly into Mara's eyes as she finally allowed herself to, well.  She gently sucked the nipple into her mouth, and a good bit of the very soft flesh around it, closing her eyes, and sucking very hard, painting pictures with her tongue in broad slow strokes on the hard tip, the softer flesh around it, as much as she could take into her mouth.<br/><br/>Delightful.    Held in place by the looped whip, and not wanting at all to fight it.  Tension?  What tension.  She had never felt more relaxed in months.<br/><br/>