So far she had been taught fencing, dagger fighting, boxing and chariot pulling. This last was her least favourite activity. She might have been a goo... middle distance runner at school, but pulling a cart behind her was different to running a normal race. Even so, she had received encouraging words from the smelly Gottman one night s some days ago after he had completed whipping her strong and hardened back and before he shackled her to the dirty cold floor."You are good at all your. It glides inside of her now, in and out. |The freezing, numb sensation gives away to some pleasure. She is getting wetter and wetter. The melting ice, her juices, she doesn't know what, but doesn't care. She arcs her back again, this time pushing into it, feeling it, working it inside of her. Then, gone. She feels movement, the bed shifts. He is on top of her, inside of her. The heat from his manhood a stark contrast to the cold ice. Her is rough, but she barely feels it. She is still numb, but. "I'm Melody. I'm sorry."Katie saw Tom's averted gaze. "Look at us," she said softly. "We knowwe embarrassed you; we thought that if we put ourselves in the samespot, you'd know we're really sorry. We talked, and you were right.Then we figured we needed to do something pretty extreme so you'dunderstand that we _are_ sorry, and that we're trying to understand."Tom tried to focus on Melody's face, but failed. She was averageheight, and average build. Tom couldn't help but stare - for a. Instead, I grabbed the sheets, moved my hips with the motion of your head. I moaned, I screamed, I even shook violently when I came in your mouth, for the third time that night. The amount of pussy juice that rushed out of me didn’t derail your mission. You kept licking, fingering me and kissing my womanhood. I have never experienced anything like that before. When you had gotten your share of my pussy juice on your tongue, then came the moment I had imagined all those nights rubbing my pussy.