Sam noticed my slight withdrawal and hastily uttered, “Am I hurting you?”“No, not at all! It’s just so sensitive that even the lightest touch ...s breathtaking,” I responded.“Should I stop then?” Sam inquired.I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him closer while stating, “Don’t you dare!”Sam’s feelings of guilt over supposedly hurting me during our animalistic fuck were working in my favor now. He continued his soft touches, and every couple of minutes, I would suggest he push just a. This girl was dressed in the uniform of the establishment, a short dark skirt with a sheer blue shirt. The younger girls did not generally wear a bra, and their firm young breasts were quite an enticement to the captive males like myself. Her clipped black heels led me along, up some stairs and eventually into sumptuously furnished lounge. Three elegant women sat back relaxing, talking and laughing. There was another male there already and the girl who was obviously his minder was unfastening. Then, positions were reversed, with the difference that she was lying fully reclined on the massage table where he could avail himself of all of her charms. And avail himself he did, beginning with her tummy his mouth and tongue making circuits of each muscle, each valley, each gentle swell. Moving lower he began in Ernest to seek out the feminine juices he knew would be there and drink of the nectar of Champagne finally. As his mouth contacted her center, she sighed and knew that this was. Already paleskin went straight to white.It wasn't a pretty face, but it wasn't meant to be. If the Fuhrer hadbrought Hell on earth, then Fiore could justify turning him into Hel.The man was known for his love of Norse mythology, after all.Soon, Fiore was admiring her handiwork. Oil painting on canvas, aphotorealistic depiction of Hel in Niflheim. The painting was left tohang, leaving the theater empty except for the "twins".Karlotte was the first to speak when Fiore returned to the stage..