There was no point fighting, physically. She lay there while Boris strapped her down, telling herself Xenia wouldn’t really kill her: this was Ameri...a, and anyway once Xenia had killed her her mum definitely wouldn’t tell them anything.There was the sound of water splashing in a bowl, then a few seconds later the heavy, wet cloth landed on her face. The table tipped and a drop began to run up her nose. With her head strapped down she couldn’t do anything except blow it out, but at least she. To his surprise, she had a request of her own. She asked him to fill the crotch of her panties again. She then asked him to send the panties back to her. She confessed that sending the panties had made her very hot and very wet. Her plan was to slip into the cum filled panties and pretend they had just made love. She wanted to pull the panties tight against her pussy. She wanted to rub her clit and make herself cum while she wore her panties! That morning, he satisfied her request. He laid in. And she knew it. Slowwwwwwwwwwwwly she lowered her mouth around my cock, all the way down, relaxing her throat like I said, and eventually, I could hear her gagging just a bit. My grip on her hair tightened and I growled in pleasure. Then she started moving her mouth up, but I pushed it back down. "Stay there," I grunted, oblivious to all but the feel of my cock in her hot fucking throat and the sound of her gagging.Until I felt her beating on my legs. I looked down and quickly pulled her off. ’ Determined, I reached out once again to touch her sleeved arm, and was not disappointed to feel what she had warned me about. The passion I felt was more than I could have created on my own…it was emanating from her! I was feeling her passion! Her eyes connected with mine, and she was no longer Ms. Phoenix, but ‘Louise’ filled with desire! She turned towards me slightly, and I to her. The movement towards one another was natural, it flowed as we gently embraced. I felt her breasts mold into.