He comes back, with a glass of ice water, sipping at it, before digging an ice cube out of the cup, and rubbing it in circles around her hot, tortured...tits. She whimpers and tries to squirm out from under the ice, the cold a stark opposite to her burning, sore nipples. “Not here?” he asked, as she violently shook her head. “How about here then…” The ice cube is slowly dragged over her thin stomach, over her clit, and rests on her pussy lips. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, and makes. Slowly she squeezed her thighs to increase the sensation in her pussy and her breathing deepened. Miss Emily had seen it before; how the woman being spanked start to masturbate right there across her lap. She let them do it; for a while. Then as the breathing changed just as it was with Sharon she would pick up the paddle, and tap the submissive woman’s bottom a couple of times. Sharon felt herself getting closer to an orgasm. She felt the light taps on her bottom but ignored them. Her growing. " Anyway," Joe said, "If you have been asleep for a while perhaps we should all have a hot Chocolate before we go to bed."As we drank our chocolate, Isa asked how John and Alice enjoyed their day. I told her they felt that they had a ball and hoped they would be invited back. I also said that I assured them they would be as both Katy and I enjoyed their company. Joe grinned at that and Isa asked,"Why are you looking so pleased about that?" John will keep these two focussed on the possibilities. For Rick, it was a shrine on which to worship. We'd be in bed and he'd lay his head on my thighs, gazing at my belly. He'd touch gently, stroking the skin in circles, softly talking to the occupants within. We'd found out in early September I was carrying two lives in my body. As a prelude to oral sex, he'd kiss it from top to bottom and side to side, lingering near the center. He was gentler with me after the accident until I told him I was healed, but he never got as energetic and athletic.