‘No Misha Stop!’ The warm wet mouth at her neck continued to kiss and nibble its way down to the front of her neck, her head leaning back, ‘Mish..., wait………no…….stop.’ Raising his head, his hands holding her sweater up around her chest, Misha’s eyes were hot and heavy with desire. Standing still, every muscle in his body tight and ready, his breathing shallow and hot, he stood there in front of her waiting, his control on the edge. ‘Just a kiss…….no more. Please. I’m not ready.’ Still standing. Aunt had gone to the Count’s bedroom at the very time we were meeting in Mrs. Dale’s. Notwithstanding which, her insatiable cunt made her draw me into her sanctum downstairs for a final fuck at the last moment of our parting.Harry Dale staying behind to pass a week at home with his mother, the adorable Frankland, the Count and I returned to town together.On the journey up we agreed to dine at Very’s in Regent Street, and have a comparatively quiet night all together at my chambers, which we. He was gagged unceremoniously and then the bag of ice was applied to his once stiff cock, which was already in decline. He felt his balls being ringed and winced as his flaccid cock was clamped tight in the wicked cage; he would have no relief for four days. He was laid prone once more, and thrashed by Matron and the blonde; his caged cock bumping the now replaced inspection flap, to enhance his misery of not being able to come.The women wasted no time in dealing with Bayliss; very little. “Then I hope you’re ready for anything.”The Egyptian sun beating down hard wasn’t helped any by the heat reflecting back off the sand. The only thing that saved Natalya Rinehart from utter heat exhaustion was the large cloak she wore. She was beginning to convince herself that her ambitions were the reason for her taking on this assignment when her camel snorted, bringing her attention back. She focused through the haze of the bright sun light toward the city. Her convoy was almost upon its.