She desired. The pain didn't bother her as much as the intense desire. She came. Over and over. The orgasms wouldn't stop. She thought she would l...se her mind. It occurred to her that she probably already had. Why else would she have put herself in this situation. The beating stopped. Something was rubbed on her cunt, inside and out , on her clit and asshole. Her cuntlips still held wide open by the clips. If she had been in her right mind she might have wondered how but she wasn't. I could not control anymore, just picked her up, and threw her on the sofa she had.Then went on top and started to kiss her delicious lips. Vrushali was getting more and more hot. Her juice had started to flow, she was pleading me to fuck her. I started teasing her. Opened her clothes and started to kiss on her neck and then slowly moved towards her round soft melons, took the ice cube which was there in the sherbet and put it on her nipples, she went mad, and started scratching my back. She. Heather slipped a knee on to the loveseat next to where I sat and leaned in so that her breasts were practically right in my face. She gently placed one hand on my shoulder, then her other hand on my other shoulder, as she settled down on top of me, coming to rest on my lap. Her knees were resting on either side of my hips. I was rock hard. She reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. She held it in place with her free hand and smiled. “These are yours for the touching,” she. Her lazy eyes ran along the borders - she could see nothing to be done - all was perfection. A light tap on her shoulder caused her to visibly jump. She spun and looked straight into Mr. Groome's friendly eyes."Sorry m'dear you'd drifted off, hadn't you - I do some times - breathtaking isn't it?" It's better than I remember it, Mr. Groome - I have never seen such perfect blooms!" Bethany whispered, overawed by the magical place."Yes, well quite so, but it's a lot of sacrifice, you know m'dear".