I hear you come around to my head and jump as I feel the flogger smack me down the scrack of my ass, the tail ends of the leather striking my pussy an...d my clit. You grab hold of my hair, ?Open up, slut?, you tell me, and I feel the ice cube shoved between my lips. ?SUCK? you order me. I can taste the water, my juices and a little of my ass on the ice cube and I suck for all I’m worth, trying to get some moisture in my mouth from all my moaning. You tell me to spit it out, but you keep a hold of. She was, I decided, younger than she looked and well made. Her stringy hair and dark circles under her eyes seemed somehow artificial, as if she was trying to be off-putting."Name's Virginia, if it's any a'your business," she said, looking away from me. Her skin was smooth, unwrinkled and her body moved gracefully beneath her homespun dress."You their mother?" I asked, watching her hips roll.She smiled and shook her head. "That's what it's supposed to look like," she said. "We're sisters. He. I didn't do myself any favours in there today. On the other hand, I really believe this is our only likely chance to hold off the competition. Wray isn't a risk-taker. Never has been, never will be. How many times have we gone over the 'Consolidation Plan' in the last three years? It's the same story over and over again. It won't work for more than a year or two, then we'll be right back where we are now and nothing to show for it. Your presentation said it all. It's our only clear road to. . and my hands wouldn't be quiets, that's for sureMy mouth would find those cherries in the top of those delicious twin hills of pleasure, and my tongue would roll thoses nips like the cheries of an ice cream that were been taken...And my hand wouldn't quietsThen my lips would cross that fire land that is your belly, the land that melt boys and forges men into paradise... or hell...In presence of such a godess, such a prayer would have to knee in order to his lips find new paths till his.