I thought that Cecilia looked familiar, like a portrait of the Madonna and Saints by Bronzino I had once spent many hours in rapturous gazing at in th... National Gallery. Cecilia’s face was beautifully porcelain coloured, oval shaped and with a long angular nose. She was obviously a young woman in her mid twenties but residing in that face was the sense of a very old lady, an ancient being. Her long triangular shaped fingers were painted with burgundy nail polish. I watched her as she stood at. Perhaps she wouldn’t have to lose too much of the extra weight she’d added in the Kindertransport camp? Julius could always reshape the pair of them the way he wanted thanks to Confederacy medicine. She had to suggest to her potential sponsor that he leave her alone with Masika so the young woman wouldn’t be distracted by his presence.Sonia soon saw that she would get on well with Masika. The inexperienced young concubine would happily follow her advice. As long as Masika had plenty of access. When she finally became aware again she realized that the water was already covering her ears! Had they not drained it all the way? No, she vaguely remembered the tank being emptied. She had been out of it for so long that she had not even noticed the water filling up. In no time she was under water again. She was determined to hold her breath but someone twisted both her nipples hard! She screamed before thinking and then she was out of air. There was no way she could come in the short time. He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down and off her. Her smell saturated the air and made his need to taste her undeniable. He spread her legs and saw her hair was visibly wet. He moved to kneel between her legs and ran his finger over her slit, parting the hair. She trembled at his touch. He opened her with his thumbs and leaned his face into her. Her clit was hard and red, aching to be touched. He blew his hot breath over her, and she moaned. She tasted sweet as he ran his.