My chest was heaving with deep panicked breaths. He pushed my blouse open and traced the tip of his large finger down my belly and across my navel.He ...ipped the sleeves of my blouse and then raised me up and slid it out from under me and threw it into the fire. I watched it burn completely in the flames.Next he slid my skirt down my legs. He put his hands under my skirt and tore it in half so he could take it off of me. He threw it in the fire.I was lying on a strange bed tied up by a strange. It had been years, and Luc had known a bit less about computers before choosing to sit in front of one every night for work. The old energy was still there, though. Luc had A Case. Coffee and other stimulants now would be redundant. That Dietz knew who he was as well and that he’d not even known enough to tell them to land Luc’s flight at the base so he’d be under Ultimados guard immediately still stung, but he would recover.“Si. That is why I’ve been quiet. You are doing your thing; so, stand. . . I only have 72 points left," I groaned.She looked up at me and grinned. She straddled me and leaned forward, pressing her giant naked breasts against my chest. I could feel her pussy rubbing against my throbbing cock."I'll tell you what . . . " she whispered, "If you promise to come visit me over spring break . . . we can do away with the point system." Wait . . . What?" I asked panting."If you come visit me over spring break . . . you can have me until I leave," she moved her lips close to. Gemma had decided that she would have a day of the senses. To touch, taste, see, listen and smell; she added emotion and spirit. Such a day could not be random if it was to be experienced as Gemma planned. It required a lot of preparation. A menu was planned, and food was bought and made ready; wines too were selected. The places for silence were trimmed, and the music chosen for elsewhere. Today her reading would comprise some of the Carmina Gadelica, Psalms and Meister Eckhart. There were.