.Elle ne répondit pas et but cette fois une belle rasade de ce vin. Elle avait le ventre vide et la tête lui tourna.Il se dirigea vers elle, lui att...rapa la main et l'entraîna vers la cuisine. Il la fit s'assoir sur un tabouret accolé à l’ilot centrale et passa de l'autre côté. Il sortit du frigo quelques ingrédients pour faire une salade composée et deux steaks.- Je présume que tu n'as rien mangé ?- Non, j'étais trop stressée.- Il faut que tu manges pour être en forme pour la suite de cette. But for me to go any further I knew I had to accept her as my mistress and in doing so I knew there would be no going back. It wasn't a difficult decision to make.I leaned forward and brushed my nose softly against her crotch. She murmured her approval, so I did it again. Soon I was rubbing my face into the gusset of her panties with increasing lust. I could feel the lips of her cunt part with the pressure of my nose and noticed that she had become so wet that her juices were seeping through. A moment laterI saw the button for Xxon and I was buzzed into the three-storybuilding.I walked up the stairs as quietly as possible but my heels banged oneach of the steel steps. At the second level I saw a glazed door andagain was buzzed in. There must have been cameras at each entry for Ihadn't spoken to anyone.The slick white d?cor didn't look like a pet grooming establishment. Itreminded me of a fashion magazine lobby I'd seen in a movie. Theceilings were quite high and though the space was. Upstairs she spent some time trying to get the vomit, mud, blood stains off her dress, standing at the wash basin in her light shift and fancy shirt, shivering in the cold air leaking through the ill-fitting window. I tried to ignore her and stripped down to my long-tailed shirt, sitting on the side of the big bed, feeling gallons of blood filling the thick, eager member hanging between my legs and growing fatter. Finally she said, "It's ruined. I might as well throw it away."She tossed her.