She was dry, not warm, but much better off temperature wise then in the clasp of the frozen ocean. And she found she was wrapped tightly in an itchy g...ey blanket. That wasn’t what chilled her though, the realisation that she was completely naked under the cover, her goosebump riddled skin bound only by the thin grey cover sent a ripple of fear through her spine. Her hair was salty and dry, and had been pulled into some kind of tight messy knot to keep it in place. This gave her more. My tweaks made them harder and harder, groping them and then pulling on her nipples, then groping them some more, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me.I now looked upto her face and said “Hey fucking bitch, you’re gonna be a bitch today, Literally”. How does that sound?” I pulled hard on her nipples, making her cry out a little against the gag. starts shaking herr head in disbelief. This, this is completely different. For this I’m stone sober and it’s almost certainly going to be a. Thank god most of these immortals never have anything to do, Hypnos thought to himself as he composed his features into a casual, relaxed expression. Most of them have never earned a night’s sleep in their lives.The god was on the verge of summoning a glass of water, just to keep him occupied, when there was a shimmer in the air before him and Antheia stepped through the ripple and into his kitchen.The golden blonde looked ravishing, as always, her hair tumbling down her back and over her. "She's a great model and a really sweet girl." I know. Thank you," Nancy nodded agreeably. "I'm just concerned that she might be a little too, uh ... fond of your husband." Kurt?" I asked, hoping that I sounded more surprised than I felt."Yes. See..." She opened her purse, a rather large bag even by Manhattan standards. "I found this in her room and I'm, well ... I'm sure you can understand my concern."She placed a thin, hardbound copy of Nabokov's Lolita on the table between us and I stared at.