Part of being a Sexy Ice Princess was to drip sexuality while freezing out the hottest, horniest, sexiest men into being another snowman in my collect...on. I actually added a snowman to my collection of snowmen I collected at the office. They were my remindersThat even a red-hot lover can be turned into a snowman.I retouched my lipstick. My pouty full lips were ready to ice out Ricardo. I smiled confidently as I thought of adding a special edition snowman to my collection to remember my conquest. He felt the pressure of her body pushing back down on his digits, sucking them deeper inside her. She howled behind her gag as another squirting orgasm exploded from her naked gash. He pulled his fingers from her; they were thick with her love juices. He sucked each finger, cleaning her sweet nectar, savouring it. He was becoming intoxicated by its taste. Like a wolf, he dived between her opened legs and began lapping at the dripping hole eagerly. More of the sweet honey leaked from her. She stood transfixed before the figure of the Goddess as she offered her prayers. As she finished and turned she saw the figure standing at the back of the room waiting for her. She walked towards her bonded mate with a smile.She gently hugged Michael and felt his arms wrap around her. "How long have you been waiting here for me?" Oh, about five minutes." He replied with a smile."Why did you not say something?" She asked."I would never interrupt your prayers, my love." Michael answered as her. It is a physiological response to pain and it is the reason I have not succumbed to the so-called suspension trauma, the supposed fainting that should come within half an hour of hanging like this, and theeventual death. My body instinctively struggles against the pain, forcing circulation and keeping me awake.These are the only sensations in my world: the rest of my body feels numb, suspended in the chill air.My swimming mind realises that, in a perverse way, I owe Boyd a debt of gratitude for.