<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: on the patio, between the pool and the hot tub<br/>Tagged: Brad, being drawn out of her own delicious private world <br/>Accent: Canadian (eh!) :P<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>Held hostage to her senses, Sam continued to pleasure herself, writhing as she twisted with desire, pressing her thighs together essentially trapping her  hand between her legs. The tip of her tongue playfully curled, touching the center of her soft lip as she moaned. The sound was raw, pure undiluted lust, and it ripped from her loins as her body trembled from the decedent stimulation.<br/><br/>The party had been pushed to the recesses of her mind, so deep in her fantasy that she almost missed the sound of the deep male voice, rich with a British accent that hummed in her ear. Her head turned to the side, following the tempting sound, drawing her lips into a pleasant smile as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Dark brown orbs washed in a glaze of gold captivated her audience as the sensual passion that filled her body poured through the windows of her soul. His words vibrated in her ear, filling her with rapture and lust with an abundant of naughty images that flashed in her mind’s eye.<br/><br/><strong>“That’s so incredibly hot-you doing that- I can’t help watching- I’m Brad- er.. I don’t know how to say it- you’ve turned me on. Do you er… want a hand? I’m sorry- that sounded bloody stupid – seems you’ve rather got me in a frustrated muddle- everyone’s having a ball eh-just seemed strange you getting off on your own – mind you, you certainly know how to make yourself purr I reckon”</strong><br/><br/>A throaty laugh bubbled along her throat, slipping from her tongue as easily as her fingers slid from the throbbing heat between her legs. Cocking her head to one side Samantha continued to watch him, still not saying a single word. She brought her fingers to her mouth, slick from the sweet honey that clung to her skin, trailing the pad of one finger across her pouty lip leaving it glazed with her essence.<strong>“I don’t know about your hand” </strong>she replied at long last, her voice dripping with raw lust<strong>“but I sure wouldn’t mind helping myself to the rest of your body.” </strong>Her dark eyes dropped slowly, caressing his chest as they moved towards her target, smiling as she noted the state he was in.<br/><br/>Slipping her slim finger into her mouth, the sassy brunette teased him further moaning softly as she sucked the sweet honey from her skin ending with a naughty smacking of her lips as she playfully offered her middle finger for Brad to taste.<strong>“Want some?” </strong>she asked, smiling with a sass that came naturally to her<strong>“my names Samantha, but you can call me Sam if you like.”</strong><br/>