Her skin was on fire under his fingers and the flames seemed to immobilize her.“I…I thought it…I thought you…” Words tumbled out of Emma’s...mouth without making much sense.“I have to pretend it didn’t happen or I can’t do my job. But I definitely owe you some type of punishment for running out on me. Especially with you tormenting me in that dress and teasing me by flirting with other men.”She started to say she wasn’t flirting when he let go of her arms to put his hands under her skirt. He. The older was away, feeding perhaps ... Except..." Except what?" Michel was slipping my buttonless blouse away, so that a breeze caught it, carrying it away like a dying bird."There was too much blood." I reached inside, stroking Michel's cock. "It's cold out here." You won't feel it, I promise." He kissed my left nipple tenderly and it had already grown hard and long, the skin around it breaking out with goosebumps."They were doing something. For a reason," I continued, arching my back slowly.. Soon I will be shaved. Soon I will be ready.She’s nearly finished now and my dick is still hard. For a moment she seems unsure what to do, but then she gets up and I hear her running a glass of cold water in the kitchen. "I’m not trying to be disobedient," I mumble, but it’s unintelligible through the gag.She comes back with some ice and the cold water. Roughly gripping my penis she plunges it into the icy mix and my legs push against the binds with the shock. It’s working though. It’s going. What if I don’t sleep with you.’ It wasn’t a question. That possibility was dismal. He contemplated it. What if she doesn’t sleep with me? How could she not? Its prom night for goodness sakes. I’ve been sweet talking her for the past hour. She’s naked. I’m naked. We’re sitting in a nice hotel room with silk sheets….and she’s on the pill. How could she not sleep with me? ‘…you could screw it up at anytime…’ lost in thought, he hadn’t realized she’d still been talking. Looking up now, he was.