" Well, repeat it, --repeat it, I beg of you, that I may at last believe it! Tell me for the hundredth time that you refuse my love, which had your mo...her's sanction. Make me understand once for all that you are trifling with my happiness, that my life or death are nothing to you. Ah, to have dreamed for ten years of being your husband, Mercedes, and to lose that hope, which was the only stay of my existence!" At least it was not I who ever encouraged you in that hope, Fernand," replied. Before I can realize where we are he wraps his arms around me and passionately kisses me. Soon all I can sense are his lips against mine and one tongue circling the other. He lifts me up and presses me against the wall, my legs then wrapping around him. My open legs show that I didn’t wear any panties and my shaved pussy is exposed for him to see. He smirks when realizing this and probably thinks the same thing I thought to myself while looking in the mirror only a couple hours beforehand. He. "Saturday evening at 7 we entered the ball room of The Four Seasons Hotel. The hotel sat one block from the Mississippi shore line, above the flood wall and just north of the Gateway Arch. It was one of the most expensive hotels in St. Louis and probably the nicest. The ball room was a huge room and easily held the two hundred invited guests.The tables were dressed with white tablecloths, china and expensive center pieces. Along three of the walls free bars were kept busy; they'd better be free. No, above her. Her head was cradled in someone's lap. She recognized the scent before her vision cleared up enough to form an image."M ... mm..." she started, but his finger on her mouth silenced her. The balls and plug lay on a chair over her head. Voices murmured from somewhere ... distant, indistinct."You've been unconscious a long time." he whispered to her. "I had to have the others fitted without you." F ... fit ... ted?" she asked, her mind slowly powering back up to speed."The tapes.