With a small wink, be began to kiss my pussy. He rolled his tongue on top of my underwear, teasing me with his tongue. Up and down he went, my body ac...ing to feel his tongue in my pussy. I couldn't contain myself, small whimpers came out of me. I felt myself begging to have him lick my pussy. He then began taking off my underwear, slowly enough to keep driving me crazy. Finally he dug his face into my pussy. His tongue was so warm and firm. He worked his way up and down. Licking from top to. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and the warm energy that emanated from his clothing.Her head spun and she could say nothing as he gripped one of her arms just above the elbow, another hand gripped her hair, a fat hand there in the very root dragging her with suddenness in the direction of the bed. She squealed with the tug of the hair and he told her again to shut her fuckin' mouth, now dragging her down onto the mattress. She’d begun to cry just before he grabbed her – her crying. Not without a lot of kissing, cuddling and fondling, though. Grace went through one of her exercise routines as I watched, suspecting that she was showing off to me some of the time; I thought she positioned herself with some care so that her various movements and contortions displayed her assets to best effect. Whether she did or not, it was most enjoyable. Around six o'clock, there was a perceptible, steady breeze from the south-east. We were about eighty miles from Kirkwall, and well clear. A world she would not have known existed a few days ago. And more than that: by now she was a very regular tourist of that wonderful country.Fink walked up to her.She never noticed until he caressed her cheek. Her eyes flew open and the smile froze. Then it disappeared."Well, hello, Ms. Morgan," Fink boomed cheerily. "How lovely you look today."Lilah's eyes spat fire by now.She hissed like a snake and tugged angrily at the chains that held her tied up. She looked back for her little.