Victory moaned and arched her back again. Ingrid stood back a little taking her in. Victory felt so sexy standing there naked, the back of her hands...pressed against the wall high above her head. She was short and Ingrid was tall and seemed somehow powerful standing over her. She continued to run her wet soapy hands all over Victory’s body. She pulled Victory over into the spray of the shower and rinsed the soap away then dipped her head and pulled one of Victory’s hard nipples into her. ‘I will fuck anyone in the office you order me to?’‘Even a woman.’ The next two questions gave her much less problem than any of the others I noted and the she came to a halt. She looked sick as she said the next one.‘I will swallow everyone in the office’s cum.’The final question she whispered so quietly she was barely audible. ‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’‘What was that?. I asked sternly.‘I want you to fuck me up the arse this minute.’ She repeated no louder.’I can’t hear. I was instantly cooled down enough as the water was colder than I had expected it would be. I was also aware of the effect the cold was having on my balls that were surrendering back into my body to keep warm and making my genitals feel particularly small. Annabelle too also appeared to feel the chill of the water as her nipples had turned into bullets, they looked hard enough to hang a coat from! As we walked up the beach I was very conscious of people watching me struggle up the gradient in. Before you attack me again, she took a shot to the head, as well a serious case of oxygen deprivation, so her brain was compromised. She got this way saving my ass, so there is nothing I won't do for her, nothing," he said."Fair enough, now don't you feel better?" Wilma asked."I don't feel one fucking bit better. You are really a bitch," Royce said."And that's my best quality," Wilma answered. I knew Wilma enough to know that it was not her playful joking mood. She had been dead serious, when.