Continuation...

Celtic music reverberated through the room. She could hear an occasional sound as if Master was near. Nervously, she tested the strength of the restraints.

She wasn't thinking of escape, but merely an involuntary reaction to the anticipation of what was next. Suddenly the bed sank to one side with his weight. She felt a earplug enter each canal; the expansion as it deadened the music. Something soft, silk perhaps, covered her face like a veil. It slid slowly down her body raising chill bumps. The full weight of his tongue, velvety and broad, licked at her inner thighs an inch from her shaved wetness. She tried to shift, to slide her hips to meet the tongue with her pouting lips and suck it inside. But he pulled away. His lips moved to her nipple. With an ice cube in his mouth he sucked her nipple making it even harder.

She felt the pressure of his body as he mounted her. He kissed her fully on the mouth. She felt his hard glans between the engorged lips of her pussy. He was moving his cock with his hand,...