<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel bit and teased at Julie-Anna's tight hole, licking with long, slow, broad strokes and then whipping the tip of her tongue across the girl's clit.  When fluid began to run down in small rivulets she lapped them up, moaning, and pressed a finger deep into her sparrow, thrusting it like a small little cock, then bending to find the sensitive little spot within.<br/><br/>Reaching down with her other hand, Muriel began to finger herself toward a second orgasm as she pushed Crane toward her first.  She lost herself in her partner's moans, so similar to the cries of pain and agony of her victims; she wondered what the girl would sound like at the last.  "Beautiful," she answered her own question aloud, her voice mixing into the rattle of the chain, the smell of blood, the taste of arousal and evil on her lips to form a perfect symphony of delight.