Then hearing, feeling Him move, He was behind her. Maybe it would be the paddle, shaped like a cricket bat, or one of the green ash cuttings he had her cut that morning. Beeg.com He drew shapes & zig-zagged His way over her heated skin with the ice until He reached with His free hand between her thighs, finding the hot wetness, and parting her lips, slid the remaining piece of ice deep inside her. In her 22 years she’d played, explored, met a few kinksters, who she had a scene or two with, but until the night she met and spent hours talking with the man in his late 40s she now addressed as Master, she had never thought of herself
