Karl's touch was light, teasing, almost non-existent, but the effect wasinstantaneous. A bolt of electric fire seemed to shoot through my legsand thig...s and belly, galvanizing my entire nervous system. I screamedin helpless outrage, whipping my head from side to side in a frenzy.There were few things I hated more than having my feet tickled againstmy will; it made me feel like a small, defenseless child."No! Karl, stop it! Don't!"I started writhing in his adamantine grip, my tangled blonde. Your hand cradles my head to your bust and the sensations of the ice and the warmth blend divinely. Just as the vibrations of my tongue flickering from nipple to nipple and the circular motions seem to be too much to handle, my body drops down. The path of my tongue trails down your belly to your sacred region. Greetings of slow kisses allow me to taste your own wetness and it is too much for me to take. With one hand full of ice roaming all around your pussy, my tongue slips about your lips. “Noooo!” Candice screamed.Candice banged on the door with her fists. She screamed for them to let her go. The large man just laughed at her. He was around six foot tall but very stocky. He had dark wavy hair and a large mustache.“My name is Santiago. I am from Colombia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Candice. I paid quite a premium to be the first to train you. I would prefer for you to fight and resist; it makes it more pleasurable for me.“ He said.Candice pleaded with him. She struggled to. Finally, perhaps, as usual, a song captured his feelings better than anything he could have said.U2’s Walk On was a song that talked not of a place in the globe but a place in the heart, of a longing to belong, to heal the wounds of separation and distance.Tony halted abruptly, realizing the song’s ending was probably not appropriate to the situation. He just sat there for a while, cuddling her against him, listening to her breathing.It did not occur to him that she could always google the.