All I could do is lay there on the grill. It was dark and quiet. I had only my thoughts to hear. Thinking about what happened reminded me of pork chop... It made me wonder what it was like to be cooked alive. How it would feel to have the heat touch the skin and how warm it would get. It was getting warm as there was little ventilation. I took my top off and felt the cold steel grill against my back. I was getting really aroused touching my naked stomach and I could feel my nipples getting hard. She started to moan, whether it was because of my kissing and sucking her neck or whether it was because the pain in her ass subsided and was replaced with pleasure, I didn't know. But I started to fuck her ass hard and her moans turned to screams of pleasure. I reached for her pussy and found that it was even wetter than before. I smiled and fucked her harder like a mad man as she continued to scream her pleasure. I was close to cumming and I thrust harder and faster. Once, twice, three. I recognized her face with the same smile and red hair but her features were somewhat muted by her round face. Her face was sitting a large blue blob that was her body. She must have gained 30 pounds since I had last seen her. She came directly to me, gave me a hug, and said it had been some time since she had seen me. ‘Is your daughter doing well at school?’ ‘Yes, Mary is visiting her. How is Mark?’ ‘He on another engineering project in Mexico and won’t be back for a month.’ I got a better. I have something special to make you feel better,” Isabella urged. The two darling aristocrats climbed out of the pool into the warm Caribbean air. Bella took a towel from the cloth bag and the girls proceeded to pat each other dry. Isabella spread out the linen caftan and knelt on the mossy ground. “Lie down, cherie,” she said, patting the caftan next to her. From the cloth bag she withdrew a small clay jar and removed the cork. “What is that, Bella?” asked the Duchess. “It is a butter made.