My heart races in tune with yours. You stare at me with intensity I never knew existed. I stare back, matching your passion. Your mouth suckles my nip...le. Your hand squeezes my breast. Your hips rock into mine. Your cock glides in and out of my cunt. You have given yourself to me. I know it. I feel it. We don’t need words. You spring up and cover my mouth with yours. It’s the deepest, most profound kiss of my lifetime. A kiss legends are made of. I want to sink my entire being into yours.. It all made sense to him now: he’d been given a glass of champagne outside the room and told his entrance was scheduled for exactly 9:00. That and the kissing and back thumping had been staged, presumably as a display of solidarity by Alice, Yvette and Max for the benefit of Bianca to indicate their acceptance of him. Well, what now? he thought. How’s that display of unity plus a slap-up dinner going to have Bianca rest in his arms again? This was like a Victorian play gone wrong. While caviar. We retreated to the kitchen. I spent that night with my shotgun firmly in hand. I showed Nigel my “special” jerk load. Rock salt and bacon rind. But this time, all three rounds in the magazine. While I was tempted to put a live round under the hammer, I changed my mind. Looking at Nigel, I think that he had given up, not that I was going to give him a chance. I spent that night watching him, drinking increasingly bitter coffee, and waiting for dawn.That morning, when Suzy showed up, I allowed. She made her breasts press into the bare back. Then she put her mouth close to the left ear. She whispered: "Please, beg me to be mine, my sweetest love."Angique's hands sensed it before her ears heard the words. The change, the subtle sweet change when a girl surrenders. When both wills align. When at last a girl sees who she is. When destiny reveals itself."Please, Mistress... allow me to be yours."That evening, back at the Villa, Angique asked Kristie to crawl into the huge bed with her. And.