”I detached myself from her nipple long enough to whisper in her ear, “and extra anchovies.”By now I had got her so close she could barely speak...but somehow managed to convey the order into the phone.“Tell him to deliver it to Ms P’s address,” I whispered.“C-c-can you deliver it … oh ffff … to Ms P’s address … please,”I heard the polite voice on the other end with its attractive Italian lilt. “Certainly Miss. Are you ok?”“F-f-fine thanks.” Poor Rose was struggling to speak.“About fifteen. "Settle down," she explained. It's just ice. Just cooling you down. You're a little too excited." What the fuck are you doing?" I inquired as she continued to rub my cock and balls with ice which seemed to melt and drip cold water into the crack of my ass."Just settle back. I'll be done in a minute. I could feel her grabbing my balls, holding them in her warm hands. With the sensation of the cold ice and her warm hands I had difficulty grasping what she was doing. It was like she was tying. I told her why I couldn't take no for an answer."Your master? Is this some new game he invented? Tired of unwrapping his girlie-present, is he? Well, alright then, I don't want to be responsible for your getting punished."I wanted to make this a memorable event for her. I wanted her to come back and ask for more. It would help me to reach my unknown target. It would be better to lick her in the privacy of our room, rather than satisfying complete strangers. It seems that I achieved what I. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained. Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat."Oh God, that felt so good!"My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally released my headfrom their vise grip."Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all."I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more control than Ihad. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans and help her straightenup. After gaining her composure, she reached in to the glove box and pulled out a jar of Vaseline."Take.