The Taste Test

"Check yourself - I want a taste off of your fingers"

Wend slipped her hand up her skirt and suddenly gasped a little. Her hand moed back and forwards before she withdrew it from her skirt, fingers glistening. She offered me her middle finger and I scked the juices off of it, tangy and bitter before letting her pull away and pop her index finger into her own mouth.

"Satisfied?" she said.

"Oh no, not by a long way, but thats a good start!!"

"Another drink? Vodka on the rocks?"