..his cock would go soft...they would tease it, being it back to attenion..only to whip and torture it more...never letting him cum....when they had f...nished with their fun...they had cut the ropes and just walked away...he lay on the floor...covered in sweat and welts...He was lost and confused, he wanted to belong but his battered ego told him to run....Then like a shining light she had come thru the crowd..she offered her hand to him...she talked with him...gentlely guiding, helpping him to. However, his aunt had tucked in the sheetsand coverlet so securely he could not pull the tuck from between themattresses. He slid his hands upward and tried to use his oval-shapedstumps to move the sleep mask but the elastic band was securely hugginghis head and his hands were slippery enough to defeat him. He thoughthe could use the corner of the night stand or bed frame to hook thesleep mask band in order to pull it off but he could not sit up in beddue to the tightness of the sheets. With. Sliding his hand through the top of her knickers, he slowly enters her with his fingers. She stops him, pulling his hand away and rolls her wet little panties down her legs and tosses them to the ground as she holds eye contact, both of them horny with heat. From the second of touching her, his fingers are instantly lubricated, turning them into tools to service her. He knows her anatomy well, and finds her clit straight away, rubbing it as he thrusts into her hands. With his head burrowed. It does not concern me, you are right; and if I have sworn to revenge myself, it is not on the French captain, or the Count of Morcerf, but on the fisherman Fernand, the husband of Mercedes the Catalane." Ah, sir!" cried the countess, "how terrible a vengeance for a fault which fatality made me commit!--for I am the only culprit, Edmond, and if you owe revenge to any one, it is to me, who had not fortitude to bear your absence and my solitude." But," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "why was I absent?.