Rick (slowly succumbing to the power she holds over him): Ilsa, it wont work. Ilsa (sinking to her knees): Please Rick&hellip,.please. Nobody ever fuc...ed me the way you did. In Paris. Dont you remember&hellip,at La Belle Aurore, when we drank all that champagne, with strawberries…the first time you let me do….this? She fumbles with his pants, finally succeeding in unfastening them and pulling them down, along with his shorts. His cock stands forth, aimed directly at her full, parted lips. She. " Of course," she laughed again."And I'm Kelli. Nobody calls me anything but Kelli, except for my grandmother Isabel. Sometimes she calls me bellota." Acorn?" I laughed. "Your grandmother calls you acorn?" When I've pleased her. When I've messed up she calls me arbusto," She waited for me to translate, and when I didn't, provided us with 'shrub.'"How come you know bellota but not arbusto?" she asked.I recited."An acorn swungOn an oak-tree bough;So long it had hung, It would fain fall nowTo the. At night, alone in his head, she was his. He’d push her down on his bed, as she writhed, resistant beneath him, he’d press himself into her, listening to her sighs and squeals, deeper and deeper into her depths, kissing her neck, her breasts, tongue on her collarbone, licking lower, salty sweat, squirming pressure, he’d grab her wrists, call her a slut, and continue his assault. She liked it this way, he knew it, even if she didn’t. She’d buck beneath him, he’d pin her hips with his body,. I was about to exit the main gate the following morning, and was stunned to see a crowd of people, news trucks, and cars all over the place. Local police were out trying to control the crowd and keep the road clear.Well, I knew logically that this would happen, but it was still disconcerting to see it. I knew I was in for a rough few days or even weeks. I turned around, and drove back home. There was no way I was going to make it to the office today.After I got back home, I called the office..