He stopped tickling her when she tried to catch her breath and she immediately struggled to get up. Her breath was hot on his cheek as she panted impa...tiently.“Let go of me, I can’t breathe properly.” He held onto her, his hands resting lightly on her heaving rib cage, immediately below her small breasts.“When you say sorry for calling me old.”“Okay, I’m sorry.”“And give me a kiss hello.”She shook her head petulantly, “I told you I didn’t want to.”“I’m not letting you up until you do,” he said. Then, it happened, as expected. While I still had some good three inches to go, I felt the tip of my cock getting there, crushing against her cervix. I let out a satisfied groan, as she felt even tighter there, as if every time I got there, the tiny little entrance to her womb tried to suck me in, the passage narrower. I couldn’t wish for a better surprise.When she felt it, Ashley looked down, to me, with desperate eyes. And, finally, she groaned, loudly. ‘GA-AHHHHHHHH!” Her eyebrows furrowed,. He got hold of a few decagrams of black truffles, mentioning as we took care of this most exotic of foods with a couple of fantastic steaks, that even though he was loaded, we could diminish his funds rather rapidly should we develop a liking for the stuff. He claimed that all major suppliers of delicatessen knew of him by now, that his e-mail was swamped with special offers for outrageous things like frogs' legs, marinated drumsticks of quail, live snails from France (filthy stuff, he claimed). “I will make you understand how your betrayal felt to the people of the Motherland. You will feel the chill that She did when you betrayed her!” I say, as I start the water at full blast – at no more than 15 degrees centigrade, and aimed directly at her chest.She gasps as the powerful stream hits her, and I guide it over her nipples, which are already standing erect. “On your back, whore, and spread your legs wide, you have filth everywhere!” The cold stream flows over her stomach and across.