<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3590528#msg3590528">Quote from: TheVillain on 06-09-2010, 02:01:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tommy snickers as Dana practically yells in his ear. Was it really a mystery as to why men liked motorcycles so much? There was an engine, the oneness with the road, the freedom to go anywhere you please at any time, every thing good about being a guy in one package. Plus, get a chick on it and she acts like she's on a large vibrator. It's win-win!<br/><br/>"<strong>Since you asked so nicely.</strong>" he shouts back in a joke, slowing down and working his way toward a shoulder. With the engine purring slow and steady, he eventually comes to a stop behind a tree in the brushy terrain besides the road.<br/><br/>"<strong>You like the ride, baby?</strong>"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A gentle squeeze sufficed as Dana's wordless reply. Her helmet bounced off the ground as the wind swept up her dark curls. The hand under his jacket slipped up to grip his visor, tugging it back, pulling his face toward hers. She pressed painted lips to his, her kiss hot and needy. "Fuck your vibe-rider. I can't stay on this thing for more than a half hour without a break," she panted. "You're gonna march me past Harri's door with a streak of cum down my leg like a goddamn whore." She scrambled off the motorcycle, not letting go of his helmet, tugging him down after her. "Come on.<em>Please</em>!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3590919#msg3590919">Quote from: kaz on 06-09-2010, 03:36:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Harriet, Emma, Master Bedroom, ensuite</em><br/><br/>Harri sighed contentedly as Emma began to wash and massage her shoulders.  "You are a good girl Emma, I haven't seen Lex yet to see what she's done, but you certainly deserve a reward" she told the slave.  "I think we will have a look through the wardrobe when we get out, see what outfits we can find for you.  I dint think school girl tonight, I think for the first night we want sleek and elegant.  Maybe leather, and collar and cuffs of course." She told her, leaning forward, "that's good pet, just there, I have a really painful kink in that shoulder, see if you can work it out?" she said to her, tilting her head forward.  "I think we need something more cheeky tomorrow, and then pure evil tomorrow night.  Sunday we will see how things play out." She said to her, enjoying the time alone.  <br/><br/>"We need to find Lex" she commented, she still had no idea when to expect Marcus back.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"You're too kind to me, Mistress," Emma murmured, her wet hands kneading tension away. Truthfully, Mistress' rewards were often difficult to distinguish from her punishments, but Emma didn't care - that Mistress had something planned for her, that Mistress thought about her, was reward enough.  "I'm not sure what I have that could be considered elegant, Mistress - the lace-up patent dress (http://www.wickedtemptations.com/iconic-lace-up-patent-dress-139469-prd1.htm), maybe?" The balls of Emma's fingers worked meticulously against the hard knot of muscle in Harri's shoulder, interspersed with long, full body strokes that dispersed sensuous warmth across her silky skin. "You should have asked me for a massage earlier, Mistress," she clucked lightly. "Lean on the edge of the tub, please."