He undid my shirt, and pulled it down off my shoulders and down off my arms. He undid my jeans, pulled them to my knees then he took off my shoes and ...lipped my jeans off my feet. He undid my brassiere. I was horrified but I could barely hold up my head to protest. Then I was naked. Naked afraid and strangely excited. I must have passed out.I was laying on some sort of bed. The leather collar was round my neck. The maid and the brute, beauty and the beast, were doing something to me, to my. ’ You snuggle closer, unbutton the first three buttons of my shirt and begin toying with my chest. You like the feel of the hair on my chest and love to run your fingers through it. You place your hand over my heart and feel it beating and then you lay your ear down on my chest and listen to the steady thump, thump, thump. ‘Your heart rate is up. Does that mean you are out of shape from the hike or that you love being with me.’ ‘It means you are driving me crazy with your fingers.’ Your hand. She started stroking it to make it erect. I told her to take a shower and come. But she wanted me inside her right away. But I insisted she go shower. She hesitantly went in. After she started the shower I went inside and slowly took one dildo from her bag as well.Now I took my oil covered dick inside her ass and the dildo inside her beautiful pussy. She was moaning in pleasure and slowly I increased the pace to give her the double penetration. I then removed the dildo and cleaned my dick in. “Quickly, take me now!” she exclaimed, her voice low, but strained with passion.The power of her will was, as usual, irresistible. He would die in a few minutes, probably impaled or cut into pieces while still alive like he had done to so many others. Elsa would surely die, too, but she intended, as was her nature, to get one last orgiastic thrill out of life before she did.Vlad was amazed that, as exhausted as he was, he could still be aroused under these circumstances, even though he’d never.