I drop the quickly melting ice down into your cleavage, and trace a line down towards your open legs. It finally melts just at the beginning of your p...bic mound, and I pause for a moment to admire its shape and color. The lips are flowered open, your hard clit peeking out above the glistening pink flesh. I teasingly press a finger against the entrance to your cunt, and watch as the hot lips quiver, trying to draw it in. Reaching into the cooler again, I pop another cube of ice into my mouth,. I can feel your cool hands on my breasts, I don’t want to like it but my need takes over. I suffer hardness in my nipples as you pull them roughly between your fingers. Wetness starts to form beneath my lace panties. A moan escapes my lips surprising not only my taker but myself. I can sense his knowing, I have given myself over to his dominion. A moan, nothing could be sweeter. I have your body now, as well as your mind. The power I feel rush through me is potent. My sport continues as I smell. "I'm afraid that John Hewlett intervened before I had a chance to challenge her." Oh I see, and John Hewlett's intervention escalated the situation somewhat, did it?" No, not exactly sir, it changed the encounter's direction. I'm a great believer in fate Mr Montague. I'd say that your daughter's action only brought forward by a few months something that would have happened very soon anyway. John Hewlett took all the credit for the Thomas account, didn't he? I worked my bloody arse off on that. Spittle ran from his misshapen mouth His eyes flicked first to the old woman who was in front and then to the girl who didn't quite manage to stifle a short scream as she jumped in fright.Mary stepped forward."Tell the Baron I have brought the girl."The face disappeared."Don't be frightened," said the crone, pulling the girl closer, "that's only Lars the Baron's manservant. He's a little slow if you know what I mean and fate has not been kind to his body, but he's harmless."The repulsive figure.