‘Do what you like,’ Ibis replied. ‘You own me.’ Courtship is an inappropriate word: it was more like a battle of wills. ‘I want to give you...pleasure. Make you come.’ Ibis laughed, throwing her head back and for a moment displaying the vulnerable whiteness of her throat: ‘Impossible.’ But even that is inaccurate: ‘battle’ is too aggressive, figuratively full of fighting and hostility. They were aggressive, but it was exciting, and as the days waned they enjoyed their aggression more and more.. But slowly you settle back under my gaze and look up at me a tentative little smile on your face. I smile at your reaction and cross the room. I sit on the bed next to you and gaze down at you. I openly study your body. You search my face for some sign of my intentions towards you. You watch as my hand comes up from my side and as I lean over and begin to stroke your face. You smile but remain silent with anticipationYour breathing becomes faster as my hand begins to travel down your neck to. There must have been 10,000 bottles inside, at least. The owner, she said with some amusement, was a hot shot Hollywood producer with an unhealthy fondness for underaged girls. He now spent most of his time nowadays in Europe where he could better indulge his tastes, and I was invited to feel no guilt in drinking up ‘the ‘bastards stock’. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I gave it a good shot that winter and did get an excellent education in appreciating good wines. I invited Gloria to dinner. Shivers ran throughout her body and she moaned uncontrollably. She could not resist the pleasure waves mounting higher and higher in her younger body.Suddenly Ponnu clutched my head and pressed hard it to her pussy. Few seconds later with a loud “aaaahhhhh” voice she lay still for some seconds and relaxed. She had her first orgasm. We relaxed for awhile, and then I asked to her –“how was it… u enjoyed?Shyly she closed her face with her hands and said –“hhmmmm” With that green signal I decided.