I was tingling all over. Then he rolled me over and started kissing me again, and I just prayed that he wouldn't stop.Just like the time in the bushes... I practically handed my breasts to him, but this time, he went to town. He fondled and teased and licked them. I think I had my first orgasm that night, from him just nipping at my nipples gently with his teeth over and over again. Then he did that thing where he was rubbing my feet like he did before. He licked a line slowly up one leg, an inch. Your Sandy blond locks had fluttered sligtly in the wind. The ocean had been the same sapphire as your eyes. Your poor nipples had felt so sour after all the hundreds of guests had performed the traditional congratulations by giving each nipple a quick taste by kiss, lick or nibble then giving your buttocks a nice squeeze letting their fingers gently brush against the bejeweled buttplug hiding between you asscheeks then finally dipping a finger in your pussy in to taste the bridal fluid. You. So did I, and I wanted it. ‘Er, James …’ Fran began nervously, but I held up a hand to silence her. I crossed the room to an upright electric fan that stood in the corner. Gabriella, her brown eyes half-closed, looked at me from under her long eyelashes. ‘Here, let me,’ I said. I stood behind the fan, directed it at her, and turned it on at a moderate setting. I was testing a theory. I had decided that FUCK must work by causing me to give off some special scent, not noticeable at any conscious. Captain Steele spoke to his men. "Untie the prisoner", he ordered, "And bringover the whipping bench." Two soldiers went to the heavy wooden bench situated behind the post whiletwo others began to untie Rani who was, by now, fully conscious once more.So heavy was the bench, that the two Indian soldiers had trouble carrying itto the front of the post. Twice they had to put it down and rest. Its weightwas a result not only of the solid wood from which it was constructed, butalso the many heavy.