Jamie’s Descent Part 4
Chapter 4
Fiona stood in front of me and said sharply, ‘Stand, slut!’
It was a tone of voice that made you think arguing about it wasn’t such
a good idea. I got up as quickly as I could, nearly falling over in my
haste to obey. The tip of her pink tongue appeared and slid along her
full lips. She had seemed tall before, but now she towered over me. I
saw that somehow she had put on a pair of spike heels; open toed sandals
really, with two-inch spikes and thin leather straps that fastened
around her ankles. Her toes were painted a vivid scarlet and I wondered
what my toes would look like painted that colour.
‘Take off the robe, you little sissy,’ she ordered sharply.
I slid the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood
before her now just in my panties and the mules I had been wearing. I
was now so nervous I was shaking.
‘Are you scared, Jamie?’ I nodded and she smiled.
‘That’s good, honey, because fear is good for you. It strips away your
inhibitions. Fear is a d**g, Jamie. It bares the nerves, it lets you
feel as if for the first time, again and again. Embrace your fears,
Jamie. Let them take you to worlds of pain and pleasure that you could
never imagine. Let fear be your guide. Let the fear release you.’
She moved her head to one side, reminding me of the way a cat watches a
mouse before it decides to go for the kill. She reached out a perfectly
manicured finger and brushed my right nipple. I had become so tense that
her first touch just blew me away. Something burst deep within me and an
unbelievable sense of release surged through my body; my knees buckled,
my eyes closed and I couldn’t stop a moan escaping from my throat.
I had been as taut as a bowstring and Fiona’s touch had released me. The
touch of her fingernails, gently circling my nipple was so overwhelming
that I felt another slice of whatever self-control I still possessed
slip away into the darkness. I could not have cared less; all I wanted
was for Fiona to keep on making me feel this way.
I still had my eyes closed and I felt her fingers slide away from
caressing my nipple and they gently traced their way down to first to my
belly button, and then to the top of my panties. She stopped briefly,
making gentle circles on my skin. I could feel my tummy flutter as she
did this and then suddenly she slid her fingers into my panties and
right down over my cock. I was instantly hard as she massaged my cock. I
felt her dig her nails in, and my cock now felt on fire.
With my eyes still closed I could feel her lean in towards me, her lips
first brushing mine with a gentle kiss, and then suddenly, shockingly,
crushing my lips to hers. I shivered as I felt my lips slide across hers
and I felt for the first time the sublime and erotic charge of lipstick
upon lipstick. Her tongue snaked past my lips and I let her invade me. I
nervously began to respond and my tongue fenced with hers.
I felt a surge of pleasure at being taken this way and I felt myself go
limp and press myself closer to Fiona. I instinctively reached around
her waist with one arm; my hand in the small of her back, and with the
other arm reached up and put my hand on the back of her head. I felt her
arms envelop me and she pulled me closer to her, our lips mashing
together and tongues now wrestling wildly. I could feel her breasts
against my chest and her nipples were now as hard as pebbles. She
growled as we kissed ever more passionately. I could now barely stand as
my legs felt like jelly and Fiona had to hold me up as I gave myself to
her.
‘Ooowww!’ I shrieked as her nails found my nipple and twisted it
viciously.
‘Be quiet, slut,’ she rasped.
She stepped backwards and I almost fell as she let me go. I rubbed my
nipple with my hand and whimpered, ‘Why did you do that?’
‘Because I wanted to,’ was all she said. ‘From now on, you will address
me as Miss Fiona and you will only speak when you are spoken to, is that
clear?’
My nipple still hurt like hell and I felt tears spring to my eyes, as I
stared, open eyed, back at her.
‘Stop pouting like a school girl, you little sissy,’ she said. ‘Do you
understand what I said?’
Her eyes blazed as she spoke. What choice did I have? I nodded, still
sulking and massaging my tender nipple.
‘Say it, sissy.’
‘Yes, miss Fiona,’ I said through clenched teeth.
‘Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ She paused and tilted her head in
that feline way of hers.
‘Mmm, maybe the naughty schoolgirl look would work, white blouse, short
pleated skirt, tie, boater. Yes, that would work nicely for tomorrow.’
‘What’s happening tomorrow?’ I asked, quickly adding ‘Miss Fiona’ as I
saw the look on her face.
‘Don’t worry, sissy, we’ll come to that later,’ was all she said. She
moved behind me and I turned to see where she was going. She slapped my
pantied bottom hard with her hand.
‘Did I say you could move?’
‘No, miss Fiona.’ I whispered.
My bottom stung where she had hit me.
‘Good, you’re learning, sissy Jamie,’ she sounded pleased.
‘Another thing, I want you to keep your eyes down when you speak to me.
Don’t look me in the face unless I say so, clear?’
She hit me again on the bottom, not quite so hard this time, but it
still stung. Tears of humiliation filled my eyes and I managed to
snivel, ‘Yes, miss Fiona.’
‘You are so lucky, Jamie. Not many people get to fulfil their wildest
fantasies in the way that you will. This is what you have secretly
dreamt of, isn’t it? You have longed to be a cocksucking slut, haven’t
you? You knew that deep down inside you were a sissy. You want to take
it like a girl; on your hands and knees, on your back, up against the
wall, bent over a chair. You want to be fucked like a girl.’
She spat the last words out and as she did my head was spinning. Between
the pain of the slaps, the assault on my nipple and the force of her
words, I had lost all control. I could only think that, yes, this was
what I wanted. Her words seemed to slice into my heart and soul and I
cried out, ‘Yes, yes, I want to be fucked like a girl. I need to be
fucked.’
Fiona’s hands snaked round from behind me and cupped my nipples. I could
feel her breasts against my back, but this time she wasn’t wearing her
tunic. Her pebble hard nipples were pressed hard and hot against my back
and I could feel her rubbing her groin against my bottom. My cock, iron
hard now, tented out my panties and. I longed to have a release from the
frustration that had been building in me all day.
‘You want tits, don’t you?’ she whispered in my ear as she massaged my
nipples. Her voice was deep and dark and I felt unable to resist
whatever she wanted.
‘Yes,’ I almost shrieked, ‘I want tits. I want them to be sucked and
grabbed and felt up by anyone who wants to.’
‘But, you want to keep your little cockette don’t you?’ her voice was
now low and soft, the words cooing into my ear.
‘You want to keep this little thing don’t you Jamie? Because it’s what
makes you so special, isn’t it?’
As she said this, her hands dropped to my panties and she slid them down
a little to free my aching cock. I looked down to see her dark brown
fingers pumping my cock, bringing me to the point of release. I fell
back into her body, not trusting my legs to keep me upright. The sight
of those brown fingers wrapped around my white shaft made me even harder
if that were possible.
She sensed my approaching climax and slowed down. She cupped my balls
and squeezed, the pain immediately taking me back from the edge. I cried
out in frustration, ‘Please, please, please, let me cum, let me cum.’
‘Oh not yet, my sissy, you get to cum when I decide you’ve earned it and
not a moment before.’
Her hands left my cock and she moved away from me. I nearly stumbled,
but she stopped me from falling with one hand on my back.
‘Close your eyes, and enjoy what is going to happen, sissy.’
I stood there, limp and almost past caring what was going to happen. My
senses had been finally overwhelmed and I just wanted her to let me cum.
I felt I was in a trance and almost without knowing it, my hand dropped
to my cock and started to rub my cock, as hard as ever.
‘Oh, no you don’t,’ she snapped, slapping my bottom again, this time
harder than ever and I yelped in pan and surprise.
‘Do not touch yourself without my permission, do you hear?’ she snarled.
‘You do not own that cock anymore, it belongs to me right now, and I
decide what to do with it and when. Do you understand?’
I was in tears now, my face red with hurt and humiliation and my bottom
sore from her slaps.
‘What more do you want from me?’ I snivelled.
‘Kneel,’ she said in reply.
‘What?’ I said, as I hadn’t heard her properly through my snivelling.
‘I said, kneel, you miserable sissy slut.’
I sank to my knees, grateful to alleviate the strain of standing up.
‘Now turn round and face me, but keep your eyes down until I tell you
that you can look at me.’
I shuffled round 180 degrees with my eyes cast down.
‘Come towards me’ Fiona ordered.
I shuffled forwards, eyes down until I saw her feet encased I those fuck
me sandals. I guessed she had sat down on the chair I had occupied, but
I dare not look up. She crossed her legs and her right foot was now only
a few inches in front of my downcast eyes.
‘Put your hands behind you and then bathe my feet,’ she said as casually
as if she were asking for a cup of coffee.
I was either stupid or totally confused.
‘Bathe them with what, Miss Fiona?’
‘With your tongue, of course, you stupid little slut,’ she snarled this
at me.
I must have hesitated a fraction too long, because she leant forward and
slapped my face, not hard enough to mark, but badly enough to make my
head spin.
‘Do it now!’
I bent forwards and began to lick her foot. I began with the toes,
licking and kissing each one in turn.
‘Stop,’ she ordered. Relieved I thought it was over, but she continued,
‘Now take off the sandal.’
I moved my hands from behind my back, but before I could, she snapped,
‘Not with your hands, with your teeth.’
‘But, I can’t, not with my teeth,’ I mumbled, my eyes still firmly cast
downwards.
‘You never know what you’re capable of until you try, do you, slut?’ she
said with a trace of irony in her voice.
I leant forwards and saw that the sandal was tied in a knot with soft
leather thongs just above her ankle. I opened my mouth and grasped one
end of the knot between my teeth and pulled. With some tugging and
wriggling I managed to loosen one end of the knot and then took the
other end in my teeth. Pulling my head backward I managed to separate
the knot and the ends of the thongs tumbled away.
It was easier than it looked and I guessed that it was just an excuse to
put me in my place. Fiona kicked the sandal off and offered her foot to
my mouth once more. I was a quick learner and I didn’t want any more
slaps so I went to work on her feet with gusto. I had expected them to
taste bad but in fact they tasted only of some kind of sweet scent,
shower gel maybe.
I sucked and kissed each toe again, then licked and kissed my way up her
foot as far as the ankle. Fiona kept up a constant running commentary,
encouraging and insulting me in turn. I could sense that she enjoyed the
power and control she had over me. I lapped rhythmically up and down her
feet, kissing and licking, bathing her feet with my tongue.
My back was beginning to ache from the strain of holding my hands behind
my back and my mind started to wonder a little. How had I sunk to this?
How had I let myself be dominated so quickly and so completely by the
three women I had met in the past 48 hours? I tried to make sense of
what had happened to me; Vanessa tricking me with the Ladyboy website,
sucking my first cock, being transformed into a sissy and now on my
knees worshipping the feet of a beautiful black girl. The three girls
had played me like a violin. They knew so easily what tunes to choose to
bend me to their will, what music would reach out and touch the
fantasies that lay buried so deeply within me.
How could they have known? Was it so obvious in me? Did those secret
desires really show through to them? Something nagged uneasily at the
corner of my mind. All this must have some purpose; there was too much
planning involved for it to be coincidental. What was that purpose?
Someone was behind this. Who was pulling the strings? It did not seem
likely that it was the girls, and most importantly of all, what would
happen to me next? Fiona must have noticed that my attention was
wondering as a sharp slap of her hand on my head brought me back to what
I was doing.
‘Enough,’ she said and crossed her legs to offer me the other sandal.
As she crossed her legs I sneaked a fast look up and Fiona was sitting
naked in the chair and as she moved her legs I saw a flash of her
vagina, pink and glistening with her juices in the light. I quickly
lowered my eyes again and concentrated on working on her left foot. Now
I know what was expected of me, it did not take so long, but my back was
so sore from bending forwards with my hands behind my back.
‘Good, that’s very good my little pretty princess,’ Fiona cooed gently
as I finished licking her foot.
‘Now, because you’ve been so good, I will let you look up. Look at me,
Jamie.’
I looked up obediently, and saw Fiona sitting back in the chair, her
legs apart and her sex fully exposed to me. I stared open mouthed at the
sight.
‘Well, what are you waiting for girl?’ she said, smiling wickedly at my
expression, ‘get over here. I need your tongue right now.’
I managed to close my mouth and I inched forwards on my knees. I bent
forward and I gazed at her shaven pussy. I had never seen one so close
up before and I stared at the glistening folds of skin in front of me.
Her lack of pubic hair was somehow arousing and my cock hardened again
for what felt like the millionth time that day. Fiona reached forward
and put her hands behind my head. She looked down at me and locked her
eyes with mine.
‘Come to mama, little sissy.’ Her voice sounded husky and thick with
desire. ‘Come and use that sweet little pink, sissy white boy tongue on
my black pussy. Come and show me if you deserve to be rewarded, my
little slut. If you make me happy with your tongue, I might just let you
cum.’
Oh, I so desperately needed to be allowed to cum. I knew I would do
anything to get rid of my unbearable frustration. Fiona’s hands
increased their pressure on the back of my head as she pulled me down
towards her waiting sex. I broke away from her lust filled eyes and
looked down to see that she was obviously heavily aroused.
Her pussy was visibly wet and she was pushing her hips towards my face.
I closed my eyes as I caught her musky smell and as she increased the
pressure on my head, I fell forwards so that my lips suddenly touched
her pussy. I instinctively tried to pull back but she easily pushed me
back into her.
‘You must do what I want, you fucking little sissy, or I won’t let you
cum for a year!’ she snapped at me.
I swallowed, my mouth and tongue were so dry from washing her feet, and
I tentatively pushed my tongue through my lips and onto her pussy. She
was so wet that my tongue slid easily over her outer lips and I heard
Fiona gasp and she pulled me roughly onto her. Her hips were bucking,
grinding herself against my face. I felt her wetness on my face as she
pushed against me.
‘Lick me good, you fucking little fag whore, you cocksucking sissy boy
slut. Make me cum, you little trashy white queen. Show me you’re good
for something, you miserable worthless bitch. Make mama cum and I’ll let
you cum, you faggot, you little fairy, you arse licking miserable
pussyboy.’
She was screaming by now and her stream of abuse made me more aroused
than ever. I began to slide my tongue up and down, she squeezed her legs
tight around the side of my head and locking me in place with her hands
at the back. I felt I was suffocating and struggled to get my head away,
but she was too strong and tightened her grip. I began to panic and felt
myself start to black out when the pressure suddenly eased and Fiona
relaxed her grip on my head a little. I spluttered and gulped in air.
‘Get on with it, or I’ll do that again,’ she growled and quickly
squeezed my head and then relaxed again.
My head stopped spinning and I realised that I could only escape by dong
what she demanded. I worked my tongue inside her and felt her react. I
moved my tongue around and found her clit; she was already hard and I
sucked on it. Christ, she almost jumped out of the chair, her back
arched and she screamed.
‘Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!’
I sucked some more and then flicked it with my tongue. She yelped again
and bucked her hips so much I had to let go and she slammed me back into
her pussy.
‘Rub my tits,’ she ordered and I moved my hands from behind my back,
where I had managed, incredibly to keep them, and reached up to her
breasts. They weren’t large but her nipples were huge and they were
standing out hard. I rolled the nipples between my fingers and Fiona
again jumped around.
‘Fuuuccckkk, keep going you slut, make me cum hard, bitch.’
I stuck my tongue back into her pussy and flicked and sucked on her clit
again. She was moaning and screaming again, pushing harder and harder
against my face. I could feel her tense and then she arched her back for
the last time, screamed one more obscenity and slumped back into the
chair. Her knees and hands released my head and as the pressure
disappeared I felt a roaring noise in my head and I felt I was falling
into a long dark well and then I felt no more.
It couldn’t have been very long before I came round, tongue sticking to
the roof of my mouth, lying sideways on the floor, my face against the
wooden floor. I raised my head and tried to move my hands. It was only
then that I realise they were bound behind me. It didn’t feel like rope
and not a pair of handcuffs. I think it must have been a pair of those
plastic ties they use these days to secure criminals.
I tried to wriggle my hands free and all I succeeded in doing was to
make the thing cut into my wrists. I tried to sit up but with my hands
bound this way, there was no way I could manage it.
‘Oh, you’re awake at last.’
Fiona’s voice came from somewhere behind me. I managed to move my head
enough to look in the direction of her voice. She moved across to me and
knelt down so that she could look into my eyes. She was still naked and
her skin glistened like oiled ebony.
‘Slut, look at me,’ she said. ‘I will keep my word. I will give you the
chance to cum. But, there is one condition.’ Her face was now very close
to mine and she brushed my hair away from my face, almost tenderly.
‘Do you want to know what the condition is, Jamie slut?
I was so desperate to get some kind of satisfaction so I nodded. She
looked straight into my eyes as she spoke, ‘I will let you cum if you
can do it without touching your cock. Do you understand?’
I stared at her, ‘How can I come without touching my cock?’
She smiled as she brought something from behind her back into my line of
sight. I gasped out loud as I realised that what she held in her hands
was a black strap on dildo. My eyes widened as I realised what she
intended to do. This was how she was going to get me to cum. I stared at
her, ‘No, no. Please, no.’
Fiona smiled wickedly, ‘Oh yes, you little sissy. You know this is what
you really want. You said it yourself ‘I want to be fucked like a
girl’,’ she imitated my voice and I shivered as I remembered what I’d
said.
‘That’s what you begged for, you slut, and that’s what you’re going to
get.’
Fiona disappeared from my sight and she pulled me roughly to my feet. I
was unsteady on my feet and I had to lean against her. She pushed me
across the room to a table and had me stand facing the table.
‘Bend over.’
‘What,’ I whimpered, trying to look back at her over my shoulder.
I was becoming really scared now and started to shake.
‘Bend over slut, I said,’ and she smacked me again on the bottom,
pushing me forwards so that my chest was flat against the tabletop. With
my hands bound I could not stop her and lying across the table like
this, I could not move.
‘Miss Fiona. Please don’t do this,’ I begged her, my voice squeaking
with fear.
‘But you said this is what you wanted, didn’t you?’ she hissed in my
ear.
I could feel her very close behind me as she whispered, ‘You should
always be careful what you ask for, because you might just get it.’
She laughed as she said this. She moved round the table to stand in
front of me and I felt sick as I saw that she was now wearing the strap
on. It jutted out six or seven inches from her groin and she posed in
front of me, as if modelling the phallus for me.
‘Don’t you like it then, slut?’ she pouted as if disappointed in my
reaction.
‘You liked it so much two days ago Vanessa thought you would swallow
it.’
My heart sank as I realised this was the same strap on that Vanessa had
used in her office two days before; the one that I had swallowed deep
into my throat after she had caught me looking at that ladyboy website.
‘Maybe you want to kiss it again?’
She pushed it up against my lips and I tried to move my head away. She
persisted and began to push it harder between my lips. I had to give in
and I let it slide into my mouth.
‘Suck it good, slut. You want it to slide in easily into your virgin
pussy don’t you?’ she asked almost innocently.
I stared at her and tried to say something but with the rubber penis in
my mouth I just made meaningless noises. She slid it out of my mouth and
I said, ‘Miss Fiona, please don’t do this.’
She scowled, ‘I don’t think you’re being anywhere near grateful enough.
I can’t stand all this whining, either.’
She stood behind me and grabbed my hair; pulling my head up I opened my
mouth to ask her to stop and she pushed something into my mouth. It was
a hard rubber ball that she secured around the back of my head with an
elastic cord. I stared to gag and she said, ‘Breathe through your nose.’
My jaws started to ache almost immediately with the ball gag in my mouth
and I slumped forward, defeated, onto the table. I felt Fiona’s hands on
the back of my panties, sliding her hands over my bottom. She began to
rhythmically knead my cheeks with her hands. This had the effect of
pushing my cock against the table and unbelievably I found myself
getting hard again.
Fiona began to ease down the panties, pausing to slide her finger up and
down my crack. I tried to push away from her finger, which of course
pushed my cock more firmly against the table. Back and front I was being
assaulted. She moved my legs apart with her knee, opening me up even
more at the back. Her finger started rubbing against my hole and she
began to slide her finger inside, gradually increasing the pressure so
that her finger began to slide deeper and deeper inside me. I began to
wriggle with the feeling of her finger inside me and that only made it
worse.
‘We have to open up that tight little virgin boy pussy don’t we,’ she
said, ‘we don’t want any accidents when you get this big cock inside do
we?’
I could no longer think straight. Fiona’s finger was now fully inside
and it seemed she was filling my insides. Between her finger at the back
and the table at the front I was being torn apart with sensation. I was
losing control completely and my cock was now as hard as it had been all
day. I realised that she had now slid two fingers inside me and I now
began to feel less uncomfortable as I became used to having her fingers
there. I had stopped moving away from her and almost against my will I
felt myself moving backwards against her hand.
‘Oh, so we do like this then,’ she purred as she felt me wiggling
backwards. ‘I knew you would, you little pussyboy.’
I could not stop myself from pushing back to get as much of fingers
inside as possible. Fiona started to push harder and I felt her fingers
move in and out of me. She was finger fucking me and I loved it!
Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out and I felt so empty as her fingers
left a vacuum in my ass.
‘There, that’s opened you up nicely,’ she said. I felt something cold
being applied to my hole and I realised that this was some kind of
lubricant.
‘Don’t worry, baby. Here comes your new lover.’
As she said this I felt something much harder and larger than her
fingers at my passage.
‘Relax, relax, relax, my little sissy,’ she cooed as she began to push
harder against my hole.
‘Relax, try to pretend you’re having a shit and push downwards,’ she
said as the tip of the dildo began to move inside my ass.
She rocked backwards and forwards, gently at first and then with
increasing pressure as the phallus began to move past my ring and deeper
into me. This started to hurt and I close as my eyes as tears of pain
welled up into them.
‘Urnghh, mmggrgh,’ was all I could manage to say through the ball gag.
‘Easy tiger,’ said Fiona.
Fiona eased back and then moved forwards again, the dildo again pushing
past my ring. This time it wasn’t so bad but I still bit down against
the gag as she continued to push it deeper inside me. Suddenly, it was
inside me and the pain began to ease a little. Fiona paused again and I
felt her bend down to give me a kiss on the back of my neck.
‘That’s so good, little sissy. You’ve been very brave. Now, you get your
reward, you get to cum.’
With that she started to rock forwards and back so that the rubber cock
started to move within me. I squealed again through the gag and Fiona
rubbed her hands across my back in a soothing way.
‘Sssh, sssh,’ she cooed as you might to a baby.
She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as I got
used to this thing inside me. How long Fiona did this for I don’t know
and just when I began to feel the pleasure I can’t say. But somehow and
sometime I began to feel that this wasn’t so bad and then I started to
feel aroused by what she was doing. I realised that the cock was
massaging my prostate and that if I pushed backwards I realised I could
make this feeling even better. I started to move back as Fiona thrust
forwards and the feeling of pleasure began to grow.
‘Good girl, I knew you would love this,’ said Fiona her hands still
massaging my back. ‘You were made for this, little sissy. This is what
you want, isn’t it? But you want a real man’s cock next time don’t you?
You want to bend over in front of some stud with a prick that’s as hard
as a steel pipe. You want to beg him to fuck you, you beg him to let
your ride his monster cock. You want him to drive his throbbing dick
into you, so hard that at first you beg him to stop and then you beg him
never to stop. You want him to fuck you forever.’
All through this Fiona increased her pace and she was by now fucking me
hard and fast. All I could feel were the waves and pan and pleasure that
were washing over me. I was being overwhelmed with sensation and I could
feel that wonderful warm feeling that builds in your groin, as you know
that you are going to cum. I could feel my orgasm grow deep within me
and suddenly I felt myself tense and then my cock exploded. I could feel
myself cum and cum. I had never had such an orgasm in my life. It seemed
to go on and on without end. Fiona was now pumping furiously and she
cried in triumph as she saw me cum.
‘Yes, yes, yes. You’re a real sissy now. You’re a real pussyboy.’
She stopped fucking me and pulled out of me. She reached round and
pulled off the ball gag. I slumped forwards onto the table, physically
and emotionally ravaged by what I had just gone through. Fiona grabbed
me by the hair and pulled my head up. I looked through only half open
eyes and saw a small red light high up on the wall.
‘Smile,’ said Fiona brightly, ‘you’re on candid camera.’
Vanessa and Lisa watched the video feed as I looked straight at the
camera. They saw my wild, make up smeared face, slack with exhaustion
and spent lust. They saw me try to say something and then Lisa clicked
off the feed. They had worried if Fiona had gone too far when Jamie
blacked out but in the end it had worked out really well. It had turned
into one of their best ever set ups. The film of the whole session,
captured on the three secret cameras in the room, would be edited and on
the website later that night. The two women knew that this one would get
a huge number of downloads.
‘This always makes me so horny,’ said Vanessa, her voice low and dark
with anticipation.
‘Me too,’ replied Lisa, her hands reaching out to unbutton the other
girl’s blouse as Vanessa leaned across to part Lisa’s lips with her
tongue.