She responded by trying to arch her hips upward wanting more. Hoby continued to flog Ashley, hitting her from different directions and a little harder... with each swing, but always dragging the braids across her body. “Oh God Master, please.” “Please what?” “Please……. I don’t know…… Oh God, please make me cum!” “But you are not allowed to cum without my permission. I don’t think you are ready.” Hoby continued his assault on her body for a few more blows then he stopped. Again there was a lapse. And now all that remained of the City of Jerusalem's three or four millennia of history was being lifted upwards above the atmosphere, towards the troposphere and even the stratosphere. The holiest of the Holy Shrines—the Wailing Wall, the Dome of the Rock and Mount Calvary—were now nothing more than radioactive ash being borne high into the heavens to rain down on the Middle East and, depending on the prevailing winds, over Europe, North Africa and Asia.Unlike the many other cities that had. I must have been able to half fill about eight glasses, I believe. The last of my dribble was for the last model, holding an extra glass, because no drop should be spilled, and gave it to me once I was done.I stepped of the stage and Anneli and Tuva made a short speech, thanking everyone for the show and hopefully a good selling fashion season and that the party would continue until everybody had pissed on everybody several times over. They made a toast and all of us downed my golden delicious. “Jason.” My voice was shaking. I didn’t want him to stop, but I feared for what came next.“Relax Claire. I know. It’ll be fine.” His voice was calm, comforting even. At last, he leaned in and kissed me, as his hips pushed forward, and I screwed up my eyes as I waited. But there wasn’t any pain as such, only mild discomfort that was soon overtaken by the euphoria of what was happening to me.“Okay?” he asked, pinning my arms above my head. I couldn’t talk. All I could manage was a groan. .