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?Ouch! Take it easy!? Faith hissed. She reached back and rubbed the welt from the crop. Her dark nails were striking against her bare flesh. ?I think you're supposed to start light,? she whined. ?Now kiss it to say you?re sorry.?I did kiss it. In fact, as I dragged my bottom lip over it, I flicked it with my tongue. It was very warm and the heat on my lips caused me to automatically run my hand up the inside of her thigh, seeking even warmer areas. The very softest skin is there. Touching the inside of her thighs with my hand always draws me in. Touching that skin with my cheek always winds me up.I trailed my tongue-tip around the contour of her ass cheek and let my warm breath play across her vulva and bush. My hand moved up.*Ever so slightly, Faith pushed her ass more firmly to my face. I flicked my tongue at her labia and moved my hand so that my fingertips could just slip between them. She pushed her ass toward me a little harder.One finger, then two, slipped into her and I used them to pull her to my face. I lapped hard where my fingers entered her and continued to her asshole. Faith pulled her cheek away and thrust back again.*Now my fingers were working and the audible squelching made Faith pant. She edged toward orgasm, I pulled my face and fingers away and gave her another swat with the crop. Not quite so hard. She flinched but wiggled her ass at me again. Now she had a welt on both cheeks. I gave her several more swats, alternating the force and timing until she turned her head to me. Her face was flushed beneath the blindfold. ?Tie me on the cross-thingy and fuck me!?*I stood and helped her off the bench, guiding her by the hand to the fancy St. Andrews Cross where I buckled her ankles into the restraints. But the wrist cuffs wouldn?t quite reach and I wasn?t sure how to adjust the straps. ?Everything OK?? Faith asked.*I shot a questioning look past Faith and one of the men who had quietly filtered into the room with Marcus and Rashid mimed how to adjust it so it would reach Faith?s wrist.The strap lengthened, I guided her right wrist up and fastened the padded cuff. Her cheeks were still red and I could feel her whole body twitch beneath my touch as I reached for her left arm. I placed my free hand lightly on her ass while I leaned close and pressed my lips to her ear. ?I have a surprise for you.?*She must have already heard something because she turned her head toward the group she could not see. ?How many???Four, counting me.? She held her breath for a second.*?Easter Egg?? I whispered.Faith drew a shaky breath and considered it. ?No. Not yet. But keep asking.?( . )( . )In the hotel bathroom, I stepped out of the shower as she was putting on eye-makeup. She Ankara escort (http://swissankara.com/) took some pains to tell me that she had no real expectations for the night, and neither should I.*?From what I know, the place is pretty laid back,? I offered, toweling off. ?We can observe but we don?t have to touch or be touched.??You get that from Fetlife or something?? she asked. Her face was comically close to the mirror as she dragged the pencil along her eyelid.?Not just them, I asked the whole internet.??Well, we need a signal phrase so we can tell each other to cool it,? she said.*I doubted it would be me telling her to cool it. ?Icepick?? I offered.?Right. If I had to say icepick! icepick! icepick!, people would think we were psychopaths.? Faith laughed. ?No, something that we can slip into a conversation that won?t seem too strange.?Faith and I decided, since it was the Friday of Easter weekend, to use Easter Egg. It wouldn?t draw attention in a conversation, but it would certainly stand out if we found ourselves in a?situation.?If one of us says it once,? she said, and pursed her lips for the dark red lipstick. ?Stop what we?re doing. If I say it twice, I want to go home.??OK. Do we have a signal word for gangbang?? I joked (sort of).She rolled her eyes. ?Don?t get your hopes up.?( . )( . )We?re not natural minglers, Faith and I. We can hold our own in small groups of four or five people. But our inner wallflowers emerge in most group settings, especially where someone is holding forth in a large group.*As soon as we got to Fabriano?s, we were whisked along on a tour for the newcomers. Big Frank was billed as a sort of bouncer, but I gathered he was more of a ringmaster when it suited him. He was heavy but he looked like he had played Left Tackle for the Bears back in the days when they wore leather helmets. His nose had been broken and set badly. His bald head shone as if it had been waxed. He sounded like a local, I guess, but his beefy hands had an Italian accent?they illustrated and emphasized everything he said.And he said a lot.*?You folks,? he pointed one ham at the people next to us, ?can use the kitchen here for your drinks. The booze is whatever you brought but we have a wonderful selection?? And here he swept his big hand grandly over the card table of garnishes and mixers. ?...of mixers and delights.? He went on to tell us, at length, about the cocktail onions that his wife pickles for these parties.He took us upstairs to the second level, which had a large gathering room at the back of the building, and an even larger room at the front with a dance-pole, and some smaller rooms off to the side. I was itching to explore, but Big Frank was in Ankara escort bayan (http://swissankara.com/) museum-guide mode. ?We installed that pole in 2017,? he clapped his hands. ?And I have seen shows that blew my socks off.? He went on about dance contests over the years as I zoned out scanning the crowd. ?Maybe you like to dance?? That snapped my attention back to Big Frank. He seemed to be offering his paw to Faith.Her face went bright red and she let out a little chirp. ?Nope!? I was half afraid I would hear ?Easter Egg! Easter Egg!? just ten minutes into the night. But Faith took a breath and resolved to play along. ?I?m at least a bottle of wine away from pole-dancing!?*I laughed along with the crowd and gave her an admiring look to say how much I appreciated her game. Big Frank moved the group to the next exhibit. In the attic was a couples-only place with several beds in one big room. The second floor, as I said, had the big lounge and dance floor and two small rooms (only a little larger than closets) for individual couples. The first floor had the kitchen and another lounge, a locker room, plus some actual bedrooms with four-poster beds. Every room in the place had a theme: jungle room, cowboy room, vampire room, and so on. And bowls of condoms and handi-wipes and baskets of cleaners were near at hand in every room of the house.**The basement was split into two large rooms: on one side, a sort of medical exam room had an examining table with stirrups and all the accessories, focused lights and gleaming trays full of fearsome-looking instruments. Faith whispered in my ear, ?Nope.? Across from that, another room was labeled The Dungeon.*?We shouldn?t go in there, now.? Big Frank said and peeked in the curtain anyway. We heard a sharp crack and a hiss of breath from the other side. ?You don?t walk in on someone?s scene,? he said, still looking. Then he shook himself free of the vision and pointed up the stairs we had just come down. ?See them lights up there??We all turned to see two tiny lights above the door into the kitchen. One was dark and unlit. The other gave a steady red flash. ?Red means ?occupied,? green means ?spank-my-hide?!? Frank let out a wheezy laugh and herded us back up to the main level.Faith and I checked out all the rooms at our own (mostly) leisurely pace. While most guests were in sexy lingerie or button-down shirts, they were really just sitting around talking. I say ?mostly leisurely? because, in one of the bedrooms on the ground floor, the door was ajar as we walked past. I could see a middle-aged woman on the bed between two younger men on their knees. One of them was trying to put his whole fist into her while she bucked Escort Ankara (http://swissankara.com/) her hips and moaned around a mouthful of the other young man?s cock. A man who appeared to be her companion, sat in a chair at the foot of the bed rubbing her feet and encouraging her.*Faith pulled me by the wrist to hurry past. ?No gawking.?We kept running into the same few people as we flitted from one area to the next. Lots of guys (and a few women, too) checked out Faith, and a few chatted us up. But we kept moving, pouring ourselves very small drinks so we could keep our wits but also so we could continually have an excuse to return to the kitchen to top off and look to see if the red light was off yet.*Faith really wanted to see the dungeon. She likes to be tied up and she loves to be spanked, but we had never had a chance to go into a ?real? dungeon with furniture and such.*Our timing was terrible. Four times in a row, we passed a group who seemed to be coming up from the basement as we were entering the kitchen. But the red light was always blinking.*Finally, we stepped out to the deck behind the building to share a joint. There were several people out there smoking and chatting and getting some cool air. Marcus and Rashid, a couple of guys we had been bumping into all night, appeared. I offered them the joint and they came closer. ?I guess there?s some sort of pole-dance contest that?s going to start in a few minutes," Marcus said, nodding to the second floor. He looked at Faith. ?I bet you?d be a contender.?Already, we could see through the window that the stairs were crowded as everyone began to go up to the dancefloor and the adjoining lounge.Faith dragged on the joint and held the smoke for a long time. She looked them up and down, then looked at me.*?Don?t get your hopes up,? she said, exhaling a long stream of smoke and shooting me a meaningful look.At first, I was disappointed, then I remembered our conversation in the hotel (Do we have a signal word for gangbang? I had joked. She had answered with, don?t get your hopes up). Was that a code? I?m sure my face flushed. I felt a sudden stirring down below.?Well, what?s your song?? Marcus asked. ?I can go up and see if they have it.?*?You choose,? she said. ?If I?m feeling it, I?ll dance. If not, I won?t.?Faith and I went in hand-in-hand and joined the line snaking up the backstairs. But just as my foot touched the bottom tread, Faith pulled me into the kitchen. ?Look, the light?s off. Let?s go check out the dungeon while we have a chance.?Marcus and Rashid had already gone ahead on the stairs and were turning the corner for the next flight. I couldn?t tell if either had seen us duck into the stairs for the basement.( . )( . )I guided her right wrist up and fastened the padded cuff. Her ass cheeks were still red and I could feel her whole body twitch beneath my touch as I reached for her left arm. I placed my free hand lightly on her ass while I leaned close and pressed my lips to her ear. ?I have a surprise for you.?*