I arranged mine into a neat little stack. I turned the top card on the deck to reveal a 7. “Okay,” I said to Patrick, “beat a seven.” He selec...ed one of the cards that were helter-skelter before him and turned it. A 4. He turned another to reveal a 6. His next turn produced a 5. He cleared his throat, sounding nervous. “Oh, my,” I said, giggling, “having trouble beating a little ol’ seven?” He selected another card and turned it. A 7. Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. Technically, his 7-6. Once again, I had her hold it before allowing it to drain from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold treatment, this time with a menthol body rub. She hung from her bonds when she was finished. I removed her gag and put it away.“Let’s see how you do now. Suck my cock, you bitch.” I held it out just in front of her mouth. She opened and slowly took me into her mouth. I pushed it deeper into her mouth and throat. I could see how she was struggling,. He had tied them too tight. When he finished with her toes, he then pulled her labia far apart, and was able to get enough skin to nail them to the sawhorse as well. He was barely able to get her clit nailed as well. Finally he took a large tube of the athletic heat that begins as a cool sensation, then turns into severe heat, and put a copious amount into her slit, onto her clit and spread her butt cheeks so he could push a large amount up her rectum as well.When she felt the heat working on. "What don't you understand, my love?" She's ... I thought..." Realization struck Esther like a slap on the face, waking her up to the fact she had Karl all to herself. "Never mind," she smiled and brought Karl's brilliantly kissable mouth to hers.His remarkably soft lips made her tingle in her tummy and lower as they always did. "Oh Karl," she murmured, straddling his lap and kissing him more deeply.His hands unbuttoned her thick wool shirt, releasing her resilient young breasts, surprisingly.