She stared a little when I told her my name was Axel.“Uh isn’t that a boy’s name?” She had asked me.I explained that my dad suffered from a mi...d case of dyslexia and had made a mistake trying to spell Alex. I told her how having a boys name and being so ugly had got me teased all the time, this was the first time it had got violent like this though.Sophie took me back to hers and helped clean me up. When I was sorted as best I could my new friend looked at me critically, she took me in hand. I am here to help your Master train you properly!" She quickly unclamps your nipples. Almost immediately you feel a cold wetness on them, causing an instant sensation of pain and pleasure. It takes you a few seconds to realize that she is rubbing an ice cube slowly over each nipple, as the water ran down your belly. This is followed by the sensation of heat hitting your nipples. You realize then that a candle must be close by. The dripping wax envelopes your nipples, creating an intense. Lena never pulled away or stopped kissing me.I looked at her for permission and moved the shoulder strap on her swim suit top off her shoulder and and down, releasing her naked breast and cupping it; Lena leaned her head into me with a kiss. We laid back on the shelf kissing and her naked breast in my hand. I felt her up as we frenched, her titty was so soft, round and firm and her nipple so hard. I lifted up to just looked at her breast."You like my boob?" she asked with a "please like it" in. There was an enormous log fire burning away, set-up by the invisible staff. The windows overlooking the valley and frozen lake below were floor to ceiling high and would slide apart with barely a whisper at the touch of a button. The Swiss have come a long way since the cuckoo clock, he mused. There was a large, open plan kitchen. A delicate combination of untreated pine, black granite and brushed steel. The enormous refrigerator contained everything a couple could want for the perfect Romantic.