The towels were right in a drawer of the compact bathroom. He had one in his hand as he reached in to turn off the water and pull her out. Making a qu...ck decision, he began drying her himself, causing her to gasp. When she automatically pulled away from his first touch, he imposed a fourth stroke. After that, she still quivered, but managed to hold still enough to avoid more penalties.When he had finished toweling her, he was once again glad that he had prepared ahead. He had a bottle of her. Her grip on Ryan’s ear and hair did not let up though. In fact she mistook his groans of pain for pleasure and pulled even harder on his hair. Ryan kept tonguing at Stella’s clit with his fingers still buried inside her pussy, hoping to find her g-spot and bring her to climax as soon as possible so he could save his ear. After what seemed like an eternity Ryan thought he may have found her g-spot. Between sucking at her clit and hoodie, his forefingers deep in her asshole and his fingers. That night after dinner Annette had a bottle of wine brought up from the cellar, and took it with us when we retired to bed."It is time you learned something about wine. This is a Medoc; Raoul's favourite, and I would like you to try some."I knew this wine from my time in Bordeaux. It tastes of sour vinegar, and I would rather drink turpentine, but I smiled, weakly. "I'm not much of one for wine, but to please you I will try a glass."She laughed. "I think you will enjoy the way wine is served. I pulled his hands of my head and took my mouth off his cock. His look told me he was not far off orgasm. I was so torn between finishing him off with my mouth and wanting him in my cunt. The cunt won. I urged him to slow down a little; make it last. I offered my cunt up to him for inspection as he had shown a liking for this previously. He knelt on the floor and pushed my knees up and stared at it. Soon his fingers were in me and rubbing me, his face getting closer. There was.