A few minutes later he felt her hand on his back. ‘Misha…I’m sorry sugar….it’s just that I’m tired and scared….it’s all a bit overwhel...ing…..’ Turning around he pulled her into the water, clothes and all, ‘I know baby….its going to be all right…I promise.’ and kissing her, the water soaking them he started to remove her clothes, ‘I love you….’ ‘I love you too sugar.’ They made love on the bedroom carpet, realising that they had packed the towels in the stuff coming over in a couple of days, and. .. I'm sorry for everything that happened... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice..." Prove it to me, SLAVE Tonya!" How... how do you want me to... prove it... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice?" To start with, take my right boot off, SLAVE Tonya..."The leather boots that Nancy wore were shiny black, coming up to the middle of her thighs; a zipper in back would release their hold on the sleek legs."Yes, Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice..."Still kneeling down, Tonya reached around, starting to pull the. ”As he fucks me slow and steady, I feel the tension building in my body as he pushes me toward my climax. My pussy starts squeezing and milking his cock as the waves of pleasure cascade through my body.“Oh my god! I’m cumming!” he shouts and at the exact moment he pulls out, a thick, white rope of cum shoots across my belly followed by several more thick spurts of cum.“Oh shit baby…that was soooo hot that you came on me like that!” I exclaim.“Wow, I know, that was perfect timing,” he said. Before long, the door to one of the side rooms opened, and a portly man wearing a pinstripe suit walked out to greet him.“Mister Cutter,” he said, extending his hand as Ryan rose from his seat. “I’m Mister Booker, pleased to meet you.” They shook, the man looking him up and down, apparently pleased with his attire. “You’re very punctual, that’s encouraging! Please come into the conference room and take a seat. We’ll begin the interview shortly.”“Nice to meet you, Mister Booker,” he replied.