Her skin tingled and she felt goosebumps rise as the ice moved across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of wetness across her neck and chest. The se...sation was all there was; nothing else mattered, nothing else was there. The painfully cold ice moving across her body was blissful, harsh, tortuous, all at once.All of a sudden, a new sensation: warmth. He was kissing her now, his warm lips and soft tongue replacing the icy cold. It was soft and gentle, contrasting with the pain of the ice. She. It was heaven! He turned me round. My back was facing him.He removed my dori and kissed my back. He slowly came down and kissed my lower back. He started to wet my back with his kisses. It was building pleasure in me. He lifted me and removed the blouse from me completely and admired me.I slowly started to remove his shirt from his body and started to feel his manly chest. He smiled and hugged me tightly. I could feel the heat of his body. He smelled damn good. I started to feel his upper body. He personally tested all four new recruits to judge their ability to stretch slots and brown eyes for his pleasure and found them more than adequate for full membership in his cult of pleasure and pain. One girl who professed to be mostly of Indian extraction showed him some tricks that he was unfamiliar with and which made him stronger in spirit and more depraved in thought if that was at all possible.His male follower with the mechanical background easily fixed the battered old school bus. ‘She pushed me!’ blustered the drunk. I stood still, just being myself, a petite 5’4′ woman wearing a dress. The bartender made his decision. ‘You want me to call the cops?’ was the next question. ‘No, that’s okay. But I wouldn’t mind if the gentleman left.’ ‘Okay, you’re outta here,’ grunted the bouncer. He did his job. ‘Sorry, lady,’ said the bartender. ‘Your table’s next round is on the house. Show’s over!’ he called to the rest of the patrons. ‘As you were.’ Gradually the noise level.