<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: The Arabian Nights Room, Second Floor of the Mansion<br/>Tagged: Sergei<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>Throwing her head back, Sam released a throaty and musical laugh that floated on the sultry air, very possibly teasing the others in nearby rooms with its infectious sound.  Her dark eyes, clearly amused, glittered as she glanced upon her captive. Her long sable colored hair slid over her shoulder as she moved gracefully upon the bed.<strong>”Oh sugar, whoever told you I was merciful lied”</strong>her words were punctuated by the sultry tone of a woman confident in her sensuality and more than happy to take the lead. Samantha was not the shy wall flower, wondering why she had been invited to an orgy.<br/><br/>There was no doubt in her mind why she had been given the invitation.  Her strong sensuality poured from every inch of her curvaceous body.  Whoever the was responsible for holding this delightful get together might have been entranced by her in any simple act such as dancing in a club to sucking suggestively upon a straw, no matter how she had gotten noticed, the fact remained she had been noticed. Being the topic of gossip and notability was something the sensual brunette went out of her way to grasp.<br/><br/>Now perched at Sergei’s feet, Sam purred as she moved slowly over his body. Her long hair dragging against his skin added to the chill he would feel as her lips caressed him, licking and sucking at his skin as she moved along his body. Her affections were punctuated with soft words, each one designed to drive his need further, building the fire that throbbed in his cock to a raging powerful need.<strong>”No one has ever accused me of being a lady before”</strong>Sam whispered blowing her hot breath on the dampness of his skin as she continued to tease and torture him with her tongue.<strong>”I suppose I can forgive you this one time”</strong>she added before trailing a wet line with the tip of her tongue along his leg, nipping at his inner thigh.<br/><br/>His proud erection quivered with need as she reached her hand to wrap around its stiffness, pumping him with a soft touch as she rubbed her hardened nipple against it.<strong>”But remember, the name of the game here is to get you to beg”</strong>she added, watching him from beneath a layer of thick lashes.<strong>”Mercy and gentle touches of a lady have no place here tonight.”</strong>With that warning, Sam pressed his cock back ever so slightly before using the thickness of her tongue to lick him from the base to the tip before smacking her lips. A delightful grin painted her pretty face as she moved with the patience of a predator, slowly making her way along his chest, kissing and nipping at his skin, taking her time to cover his body with her affections.<br/><br/>Using the palms of her hands, Sam pushed back onto the bed, straddling him near his wide shoulder. Her hands moved to gather her long hair, pulling it up above her head before letting it fall like a silky rain over her shoulders. Smiling she pondered her next move, running the tip of her tongue along her lip, enjoying the uncertainty in his eyes.<strong>”You look hungry”</strong>she said, her voice sultry and holding a hint of wicked intent as she leaned over to run her hands through his hair. Her fingers scraped the skin on his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair as she grabbed firmly, pulling him closer to her core.<strong>”Better make it good sugar, or you might have to be punished.”</strong><br/>