I needed to stop her because I was about to lose control too and she was right on the edge.“Climb up on top of me, put one leg either side of mine a...nd kneel on the sofa facing me”She dutifully clambered onto the sofa and positioned herself as instructed. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwined, kissing me back in a frenzy.“Do you want me to fuck you?”, I inquired, making sure that my cock was brushing the outer lips of her pussy.“Yes!” she whispered“Tell me, tell me how much you want me to. He pinched my hard nipples and whispered in my ear how he owned me, and I was to obey his every command. He let go of my now sore nipples, and walked in front of me and began slapping my tits. "You worthless whore, look at those slut tits bounce!" he teased."Thank you for abusing me Master!" Tell me what you are bitch!", he ordered."I'm a filthy white fuck slut for you Sir!," I moaned. "That's right cunt, and you better not take any cock in those holes unless I tell you to!" No no Sir, no. Her lips slid up his shaft, making him shudder from head to toe. She liked that reaction. He could feel the smile on her lips. She pulled her lips all the way up to his glans and then pushed them back down a few inches. He gasped and one of his hands went to the back of her head on reflex. ‘Yeah. That’s it! Like that! Keep going!’ She worked her face up and down his cock, making him gasp and writhe from the pleasure. ‘Use your…use your tongue!’ When her tongue began to lick up and down the. [“The Adventure of the Empty House”]It was the spring of 1889 and I was still trying to come to grips with Rudolf’s death. It was quite cold south of Vienna. There was frost on the ground. Holmes would have cut through the various versions, as he had solved Gregson’s mystery in A Study in Scarlet, pointing out that “Rache” wasn’t part of a woman’s name, but “revenge” in German.German.The German hunters. Who were they? There was something nagging at me.Wilhelm certainly hated Rudolf. And he.