I opened my mouth wider and sucked more of her breast in to it. I used my tongue to roll the ice cube over her breast. She bucked her hips and whimper...ed each time the ice made contact with her nipple. When the ice had completely melted, I reached for the candle and held it inches above her chest. There were red and pink splotches on her bound breast, from the ice and my sucking. She stared wide eyed at the candle in my hand. She was breathing hard through her mouth and moaning loudly. I tilted. I moved to get busy with whatever I was to be doing as I entered what was known as the milk house. The paint on the interior walls was supposed to be white, I assumed, but was a bit dingy in places yet kept clean. I could tell. It was cool, felt damp in there, almost uncomfortable cool but the kind of coolness that reminded me of my grandparents root cellar.I passed by a closet that held equipment moaning and sucking and wheezing. I would learn these were the vacuum pumps running the milking. That could prove an entertaining diversion for a time. I could show you how to live up to your full potential, for Erik you could be so much more than a lowly architect. You have a gift lying dormant within you and I could help you set it free. Between your brilliant mind and my twisted imagination, we could create such magnificent tortures. Why, Erik, you could become my Angel of Death. I think I would find that most amusing, at least for a little while. You must remember that I bore easily,. As they swept out of the town, down endless dusty highways, after about 45 minutes they swept down a dirt track past a sign 'Wiregrass Ranch' –'Welcome to the wiregrass region' said the chubby brunette in a gangly southern US accent. The vehicle slowed as they approached the main residence. In his English mind, it immediately made him think of the 'Ponderosa' and he expected to see Hoss Cartwright appear. He did not. What did appear made his eyes boggle; a jet black horse appeared from the.