Master slowly glided each ice cube across my cheeks, then downwards following the curve of my arse to the crease where my butt and legs meet before he...slid it back up and along my pussy. “Ooooh mmm” I couldn’t help it; my cheeks were going numb and the ice pressing against my pussy felt so nice. Master continued making sure my little cheeks and pussy were nice and cold before placing the bowl on the floor and a pillow under my stomach. My pussy was raised slightly up in the air as I felt. Luckily, the Iraq war came, Hank disappeared from my life (I hoped he would have fallen), I went into rehab, missed a full semester, finished college and finally got married at 26.Was I thinking a lot about Hank? Of course. Hank had been the only man who steadfastly refused to fuck me. It hurt more than the humiliations the men had inflicted on me. With my husband, who was constantly scampering around me like a puppy and wanted to have vanilla sex, things went downhill after a few months. After. She clasped his hand tightly.Michael let out a long breath and gritted his teeth.“Our last visit, just before you turned eight, we went camping,” Michael said.“I remember that,” Hailey said with a frown.“Yeah, you hated it,” Michael said, smiling in spite of himself. “It rained and it was really cold. Your sleeping bag got soaked.”“Yeah,” Hailey said absently, “the roof of the tent leaked right over top of me.”“I gave you my sleeping bag, do you remember that?” Michael inquired. It was Hailey’s. So I asked him to come to a theater and he booked the tickets.Though it was a good theater but that movie released a month ago so we did not find more people and the balcony seats were empty.We sat in the top row and the movie started.I told him before itself that it is my first time and I don’t like kissing or hugging him.After the movie started he took my hand and placed it on his pants.I became aroused at a time.I started to rub his dick through his pants.After some time I unzipped his pant.