Chapter 10
Busy, creative mentalisties with a combined objective are capable of wreaking havoc. And Mildred had been doing a great deal of planning, visiting with LaVerne, Thelma and various specialists. They had maintained careful social contact with Tony Brazzi, giving him a sense of belonging, of being welcome and liked, having him to all their affairs and always keeping them completely informal. This applied to dinners served outdoors and out door concerts, a Sunday boat ride or a Saturday night drinking fest.
Always his attention seemed focused on LaVerne. He couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of her and she made certain that he stayed that way. It was against all the laws of nature for breasts to rise that high and point that invitingly, but hers did.
It was impossible for eyes to be that alluring, that excitingly made up with artful, thick-fringed lashes and smoky, smoldering shading around the eye-but hers attained this quality.
No woman that excitingly fragrant should be permitted on the streets in the interests of public safety, but Tony hadn't the slightest desire to be safe.
Yet, whenever the subject of marriage came up, Tony was as wary as the wiliest animal ever to elude a trap.
"Your job, LaVerne, is to become an expert on cinematography," Mildred told her, lecturing the seated blonde beauty like a schoolmarm. "I want you to know all there is about long shots and close-ups, lighting effects and the lenses used to effect these things. You have the job of being the whole cast of the world's first underground movie done for an audience of one with a cast of one-without film."
"I think you're crazier than a bedbug," LaVerne said flatly, "but I'll go along with it. I'll at least try to get that stuff down in my head."
"Darling, you're pure showbiz from your toenails up-and don't think you're not going to love it. Be sure, while you're at it, to come up with the sexiest costumes you think will send Tony up the wall."
"Gotcha," LaVerne said, winking and touching thumb to forefinger.
"Thelma, have you any really skilled women cabinetmakers who know how to make up special-I mean very special and confidential-furniture finished perfectly on the inside as well as the out?" Mildred askd.
"Well we have one Danish girl whose father taught her the business from childhood," Thelma said. "What's up?"
"Tony. We want him to propose to LaVerne so we can have them in our group."
"Great. He'd be fun to frolic with. I'll tell Brigid to do whatever you want her to do-in the way of manufacturing furniture, that is."
The design Mildred produced looked unlike anything ever before made in the furniture field. Basically it was a chair. But it had a smooth, open bottom like a toilet seat and a chemical trap beneath it so that whoever sat in it naked wouldn't have occasion to get up until he was released.
There were wooden enclosures for the legs of the person seated in this chair, special boxes with a space into which the foot, calf and thigh fitted comfortably but which, when the outer side was locked into place, held him imprisoned securely until he was released.
Only a padded bar was across the back of the chair, about shoulder height. The rest was open.
And the arms had finely molded pieces that fit under the armpit of the person seated there like a crutch handle and which also had locked channels into which the arms fitted and from which they couldn't be removed when the outer sides were fitted into place.
Only the hands from the wrists outward were not enclosed in this. "I guess we can really call this 'case goods,' can't we Brigid?" Mildred suggested.
They selected one of the men from the factory about Tony's build and measured him carefully. They seated him on the chair, explaining that it was for an invalid, to get just the right fit. When they were finished, Brigid produced a magnificent masterpiece of solid walnut that looked like nothing ever before made by furniture craftsmen.
"Now we have one more thing to do with this," Mildred told her. "I must have a head clamp so that he cannot turn his head to the right or left nor move it forward or backward, so that his attention is focused exactly where we want it to be and there's not a damned thing he can do about it once he's in it. Have you any ideas?"
The big woman woodcraftsman looked at Mildred thoughtfully. "Why do you do this to a man?" she asked.
"I want him to marry a certain woman. Tt is our way of trapping and punishing him until he does," Mildred said, looking squarely into the grey eyes of the woman.
"And the girl is pregnant?" Brigid asked.
"T don't know." Mildred shrugged. "But she does love him and she wants him badly. I'm always on the side of the woman in love."
"So am I," Brigid said. "So let's use a furniture clamp to fit the side pieces, L-shaped with a brace under his chin, smoothly against the sides of his head. Tt can be mounted to the backrest of our Special Chair of Subjugation. I will make it with smoothly polished dowels that will go into his ears just far enough to prevent his moving his head and yet will permit him to have some hearing."
Mildred beamed her appreciation for the imaginativeness of Brigid. "Great!" she exclaimed. "With this in our plans, I can't see how Tony can keep his bachelorhood!"
They set the chair up in LaVernes smartly sophisticated apartment with mirrors strategically placed-II around it. The party was at La Verne's. Everyone had a great time. Strip poker was the card game. Thelma and Gary were the big winners. Tony hung in there almost to the end, but then he lost his shorts.
"Okay, Tony," Gary said. "You're through."
"I'm feeling lucky," he said. "How about one more hand?"
"Evidently you don't understand house rules here," LaVerne said as she stood naked and alluring before the naked man. "We can always play one more hand after we've lost our last garment, but if we lose that time, you have to sit in the Seat of Subjugation. And you may invite as many other players into the game when you want a special post-garment hand dealt-whoever you wish."
"Hell," Tony said, "I'd like all of you in on this one so I can get all my clothes back at one time. What do you say?"
They all sat around the table, Thelma in her black slip, girdle and hose, Gary in his shorts and trousers, Emily, Eric, LaVerne and Tony all stark naked. Mildred and Charlie were in the kitchen mixing drinks.
Gary dealt the first two cards face up and Tony sat with an Ace-King of hearts before him. Nobody had a pair. No other high hearts showed. Tony said, "I'll bet as high as I can here, kids. I'm heading for a royal flush."
The next card was face down and Tony had a ten of hearts. The betting went to Thelma with everyone passing. She bet a total bondage, because she had a pair of nines. And with the next card Tony had a queen of hearts. He raised the bet to a bondage and a spanking and Gary dealt the final card face up.
When it came Thelma's turn, at Tony's left, he saw the deadly Jack of hearts going to her. "Can you beat a full house?" she asked.
Tony gathered his cards together and tossed them into the middle.
"Where's this chair?" he asked.
Then LaVerne whipped the cloth off the masterpiece Mildred and Brigid had created and Tony walked over to it, fascinated. "How does it work?" he asked.
"You sit in it naked," Mildred explained. "Go ahead. Your legs go on the outside of those compartments and your arms receive those padded rests in the arm pits. Then you fit your arms into the open L-shaped channels for them like this."
Tony was seated in the chair, his legs and arms in place and, with a precisely timed movement, Thelma and Mildred locked the outer cases for the left arm and leg compartments into place while LaVerne and Emily did the same things for the left.
"Hey, you really have a guy cold when you get him in this, don't you?" Tony asked, admiringly.
"Oh, that's not all yet," Mildred said. "There's this piece that goes into the backrest like so-and then we fit this against the side of your head with the wooden protuberance in your left ear. Now we turn this furniture clamp so that the corresponding one is in your right ear." She suited the words to the action.
"I feel like I'm in some sort of space craft," Tony said, his jaw practically immobilized by the brace under his chin. "Makes me feel especially naked this way."
"You're on your way to getting out of this world," LaVerne said, kissing him and stroking him in his nakedness. "Okay, gang, everybody out! Tony's mine now. All mine."
"Hey, wait a minute!" he murmured in his wooden prison. "What's going on here?"
All the others were getting dressed. Each of the women kissed the imprisoned man goodbye. The men squeezed his hands, still protruding from their wooden sleeves, in a warm handclasp.
Good luck, Tony, Charlie said. "I suspect that before long you're going to be one of us."
"What do you mean?" Tony asked.
"A married guy," Gary told him.
"With a wife who calls most of the shots," Eric added.
"Like hell I will!" Tony said, struggling against the wooden trap in which he was locked.
"Then you have more will-power than any human being I've ever encountered," Mildred said. "Come on, gang. Let's leave LaVerne to her conquest."
Tony strained against the powerful, movement-erasing prison in which he was locked. He used all of his considerable strength, but the securely glued, fitted and bolted walnut didn't begin to yield under his efforts. He was alone in the room. He tried to move his feet, but it was useless. His hands were so restricted that he could only clench and unclench his fists. He tried to turn his head, to bite, but he was totally immobilized by the diabolical piece of furniture.
And yet he was aware that he couldn't protect his naked body. He was never more aware of the total nakedness of his torso, his back, face and hands!
"You're mine now, Tony," LaVerne said, coming into the room "All mine to do with whatever I please, darling."
"Like hell I am," he spluttered.
"Here, let me demonstrate my point so you get it faster," LaVerne said. Then carefully, holding it directly before Tony's eyes, she inserted thumb tacks in a razor strop so that each protruded about a quarter of an inch. Tony watched, fascinated, as LaVerne disinfected the points with strong alcohol and then said, "Now I'll use this little elementary torture instrument as something for you to struggle against. I'll hit you with it on the rump. The points aren't deep enough to cause serious damage but they will inflict considerable pain. The only point of this is to show you that you can't do a damned thing about it and that, fond as I am of you, if you rebel you'll have to undergo painful discipline."
Looking at the lovely girl in her pretty, short, tight, silk dress, it seemed impossible to Tony that these statements could be coming from her mouth-and yet there was no questioning it. Nor was there any doubt about the reason behind her setting up the mirror screen in front of him in his helplessness so that he could indeed see her standing behind him, wielding the weapon of pain, certain of her target and, if she was feeling any pangs about hurting the man she claimed she loved and sought to marry, none showed!
The strop landed and with it came the burden of pain. Tony saw it coming. Braced himself against it. Managed not to jump or shriek when the many sharp points penetrated his skin, but the pain was there, the tears in his eyes, the perspiration on his forehead, the pounding of his heart-and LaVerne missed none of these symptoms.
Again she deliberately wound up and let fly with the cruel clout and again Tony managed to check voluntary reactions, but he had to jerk a little when it landed the third, fourth and fifth time in rapid succession. A man can keep his muscles tensed for only so long and then he has to yield!
Now she reversed the strop and proceeded to pound him on the back with it, to pummel him until there was only one huge sea of dull pain there behind him, hurting him to the point of agony!
"Do you want to propose to me now, Tony?" LaVerne suggested, halting the bombing for awhile.
"No, I don't," Tony spat at her, his eyes blazing.
"Do you regard me as your superior?" she asked.
"Absolutely not!" he flared at her.
"Well, then, will you admit and recognize that I have you in a completely helpless, dependent position, in which you can't stop me from doing anything I wish to, with or on you?" She was letting her fingers flicker lightly over the prominent prow of the imprisoned man while the other hand stroked his cheek softly.
"Not much of an argument I could put up against that," Tony agreed.
"Well, at least I'm batting around .300 on these points," LaVerne said. "I think that's enough to stop physically hurting you for awhile, Tony. Now, as they said in Gypsy, 'Let me entertain you'."
"Personally, I don't see how I could prevent you," Tony murmured.
The light began to dim. The screen with its three mirrors was removed. Tony, helpless, could only wait to see what would happen next. A softly padded, fur-covered table was at his right. LaVerne was lying on it now, gracefully feline, her every curve superbly accentuated by catch-lighting and a spotlight mounted behind Tony's' shoulder focused its beam eighteen inches before his eyes.
A television image or a motion picture scene amplifies and magnifies reality so that a woman's head may be eighteen feet high as the artist's way of making your awareness of the details of her facial beauty inescapable. LaVerne was accomplishing much the same thing with Tony by this version of a close-up, by being extremely close to him. The image she presented was in three dimensions, full, glowing, natural color, with her perfume in the air and she could reach out and touch him and give him tactual satisfaction!
Slowly the table moved on its course immediately before Tony's eyes. He saw there the delicate, high-heeled shoes, stiletto heeled even though the style is long gone, for of all recent shoe fashions, that was the shape that most excited man, and LaVerne knew it. Her foot was pointed downward, gracefully, the dark hose of the instep silken and touchable and inviting and already as the girl began to come into such intimate view, Tony was finding his heart pounding in ridiculous anticipation. "Hell," he told himself, "I've known this woman laid her, seen her several times already, and here I am. waiting to see the next few inches of her as anxiously as if it were a mystery and I had no idea how it was going to end."
What grace was in those beautiful ankles, slender and with the dark hose clinging superbly. Not a hair pierced the softly shining, gray nylon. LaVerne's legs were perfection.
Up the leg, ever so slowly, Tony's' gaze traveled as the moving table progressed past his line of vision in the inexorable spotlight and the still, enticing figure in the table was observing him from the darkness, pleased with the training she had given herself in the crash program on cinematography!
She didn't let a muscle twitch as Tony licked his dry lips and blinked quickly so as not to miss one fraction of a second of the alluring sight the girl presented.
Up the calf the light seemed to travel and Tony found himself cursing the dowel-tips in his ears that prevented him from turning his head and peering into the darkness beyond the spotlight for the next treasure-sight!
Each tiny muscle in the leg became a vision of beauty unto itself and part of an irresistible whole that Tony found particularly desirable and maddening because he couldn't reach out and touch it and thrill to that touch. For once he couldn't grab that which he coveted.
How he worshipped that calf and then the lovely one beneath it with the weight of the woman swelling it deliciously. And then it narrowed as the knee was about to come into view, becoming a delightful trap in which a man would love to be caught. Tony found himself thinking such thoughts and wondering where they could have come from.
Now the knee was there, smooth and inviting to the touch, inciting Tony to a wanting such as he was astonished to experience Even as he watched this knee and saw the hem of the silken skirt coming into his view, sharply restricted by the wooden surfaces pressing against his cheeks, the ones housing the dowels in his ears, even then La Verne's full calf moved in toward Tony and he felt its silken splendor, its shapely softness, across his nipples as the supine girl teased her helpless victim.
The thighs beneath the skirt were heaven itself, full and graceful, making a man want to touch as he had never wanted to touch anything before in his life! And they swelled to voluptuous femininity at their widest part and then Tony saw that sweet narrow waist of the woman and her flat belly. Then the lights suddenly went out and Tony groaned audibly
"What's the matter, darling?" LaVerne asked. "Disappointed?"
"Oooh, yes!" Tony admitted. "Please let me see the rest of you, darling. PLEASE!"
The light went on again then, with the focus hard and directly on the very crest of LaVerne's breasts. How marvelous was the way they pointed outward and upward in incredible thrust of beauty! Tony found himself inhaling sharply and gasping at the magnificence of this super-close-up he had of this special sight.
Now the table moved away. She was lying on her side, one elbow on a cushion beneath her, her cheek resting on her hand and the pressure of her hand on her face giving it a delightful oriental cast.
Her neck seemed longer, more graceful than he had recalled and there was a tiny pulse at the base of her throat which invited the kisses of a devoted man. Her jaw-line was firmer than he had anticipated, since he had never studied it before, and he felt a slight shudder running through him involuntarily as he contemplated this.
The mouth: absolutely the most kissable object in the world!
The nose: pert and pretty and saying much he wished he understood better. All he knew for certain was that he loved that nose.
The complexion: perfection.
Those EYES: It was as though they weren't eyes in any way save for their beauty and the ability they gave LaVerne to see. As to their effect on him, she was looking at him through laser beams with the incredible property of planting devotion in the person the beam struck!
The hair: soft, strokable gold.
And the table was passing him by now, taking LaVerne from his frozen vision. But then she kissed him, kissed him lightly on the eyes and the mouth, and darkness came.
Tony sat there in his wooden prison, his need for LaVerne the most physically evident thing imaginable and Tony could do nothing to conceal his virile reaction.
"I see you through ultra violet and infra red glasses, Tony," LaVerne was saying. "My you are the greedy one, aren't you?"
The sense of frustration! Of having inadequate weapons with which to fight a superior adversary! Tony found tears actually welling in his eyes.
"Where are you?" he asked. "And what are you doing now?"
She had put a pair of glasses on him. They made things look farther away and smaller, he realized when the spotlight went on again revealing LaVerne in a beautiful stripper's costume. The music was the David Rose record and LaVerne knew just what to do to it. Those bumps and grinds! That exciting way of teasing while each thing came off in turn and she stroked her body as though to ask "Wouldn't you give a lot to be able to do this, Tony? Wouldn't you be willing to do a little thing like obey my orders for the privilege of fondling these breasts?" And she pointed them at him most teasingly.
He strained, squinted through the heavy lenses she'd hung before his eyes, trying to see more, to catch the details, but all he could really make out was beauty a rich, gratifying, inviting beauty he wanted so, so, SO much to assault!
Then LaVerne took the glasses off of Tony and those breasts were there, inches before his face, held out temptingly for him to bite, to tongue, but just out of reach-and incredibly desirable!
"Oh you do want me, Tony, don't you?" LaVerne teased, pressing his towering tool between her full breasts and tracing the course of its large underside with the hardened nipple of her right breast. "We could have a tremendous amount of fun together if you weren't so damned stubborn, darling!"
He closed his eyes and groaned in delight and desire.
How could one woman make herself so tempting?
And then it was dark again and Tony sat there, his heart thumping, his fears and hungers soaring inside his chest.
The light again. New glasses. Everything seemed larger now. Much larger, including LaVerne on the swing, swinging back and forth, the arc of the swing missing his face by inches as she came closer to him.
And now the spotlight was brighter, harder. The swing seemed to be getting larger. Somehow it was swinging more slowly. And now it was coming at him, that beautiful vision of LaVerne, her legs spread far apart, her chalice in plain, exciting view. It was coming right toward his face. THAT WONDERFUL POSSESSION was moving steadily, inexorably, directly toward HIS, Tony's, face!
And as it drew close, the room became dark and the contact was never made! Tony sat thorp trembling with frustration and desire and, behind him, LaVerne removed his glasses. She reached his chest and silken fingers trailed across it, up and down the sides of his face in the corners between his skin and the wooden blocks holding his face in its fixed position.
Silken fingers stroked his nipples and trailed across his hard, yearning belly. Satin fingers of a provocative woman trailed their exciting touch across Tony's back, down to the base of his spine, along his shoulders. Velvet fingers of LaVerne caught his basket there and held it with its big candle sticking up and the other hand closed around the candle and squeezed gently.
"Poor Tony," LaVerne cooed, letting her tongue touch the underside of the tip and lick it lightly "Poor Tony. So stubborn about being the man and the boss that he misses all the fun' Wouldn't you love it, Tony, if I could let you out of all that woodenware and made myself completely available to you? It'd be easy, darling."
Lightly she touched it, letting her blonde hair trail on his belly, looking up at him with those exquisite eyes as though, holding Tony's organ, she was the happiest woman alive. Her grip was a two-handed one now that she released the basket and, if you counted her mouth, it was three. She found his eyes closing, his mouth frozen into an ecstatic smile. How he loved to have her lick him.
Even restricted in his movement as he was, Tony managed to impart a little extra thrust into LaVerne's mouth. He was in heaven-a real paradise-and she was the one who was bringing him there. Minutes ... a few strokes ... a bit of thrust more and he would have his orgasm!
And LaVerne stopped completely. She stood away from her lover, didn't touch him, deprived him of any contact from the outside. She threw the switch. It was dark.
"Please, LaVerne." Tony groaned. "Don't leave me right now. I have to have it. I need it. I'll do anything you say, dearest, but please finish this off."
"Will you marry me, Tony?"
There was a moment of silence. Then a loud, shivering, shuddering, "Ye-e-e-es," in a half sob. Then again, only this time it was Tony, the man, speaking: "Yes, damn it, you'll be my wife, see? You're the only wife I want and don't give me any arguments about it, hear?"
"Sure, I hear, Tony, darling," LaVerne said. "Want to sign this written proposal of marriage for me?" She put a pen in his trapped hand and held a piece of paper on a clip board beneath it. With cramped fingers, Tony wrote his name, unable to see what he was signing.
Then LaVerne's beautiful naked body was there before him. The clamp was removed from his head so that he could turn his head, look down and see, have his chin free to use as he wished and his ears were no longer locked in place by the wooden dowels.
The hands, the lips, the tongue the hair all blended into a symphony of seduction and Tony looked down to see the long shadows cast by beautiful eyelashes on a lovely complexion. The glorious thrill of his whole being concentrating itself in his groin, gathering intensely, drawing into a masterful consolidation of wonder. And then the vacuum grew stronger, the gontue quicker, the pressure of the lips greater, the grip and the movement of the hands and the loveliness and the perfume in the air all merged into the superorgasm of all Tony's experience!
How unbelievably superlative this was! To feel the hot, heavy love juices thrusting from his whole body into the beautiful mouth of this wife he'd chosen. Tony knew happiness and fulfillment beyond his most gratifying fantasies, surpassing his greatest of even youthful wet dreams.
And this was real! Something that could and would be repeated with the one woman in the whole world he wanted as a wife!
LaVerne didn't stop. She kept on draining him, kept on drawing from his reservoirs, kept those hands and lips and that tongue doing their thing to the helpless man and his needful lance. Tony kept on yielding his treasure to her, kept on flowing and thrilling to the flow as LaVerne worked on him, stroking him, milking him like the world's most provocative milkmaid-only this bull would yield artificial insemination material rather than milk!
And then Tony's eyes glazed and his smile froze and he felt a weakness such as he'd never before known. The strain and the drain, the long wanting, the total fulfillment all had their effect on him. Now LaVerne's touch was far worse torture than the pain-blows she'd given to him at the start. "Thanks, darling," Tony smiled wanly in a tone of dismissal. "That was just great. I loved it."
LaVerne swallowed deeply, satisfyingly, and looked up at him brightly, holding his rod with its wide band of lipstick on it. "Oh, I'm not through yet, Tony," she said brightly. "In fact, I'm just starting. We're going to have a lot of fun before I let you out of your wooden prison."
"Can't I even rest a little?" Tony asked, alarm entering his voice. "Aren't you going to let me out now that I've agreed to marry you, proposed to you my way, even signed some document as evidence?"
"Of course not, Tony," LaVerne said, indignantly. "We have three points to make. With the proposal, I'm batting .670, but I won't be content until I'm batting 1,000. And that means that you must accept my authority as head of our little family, Tony."
Now LaVerne backed onto the hard and well-prepared organ, parting her cheeks behind her so that she could imprison it deep inside her as she sat on it and wriggled and jiggled. She threw a switch sending vibrations through the toilet seat on which Tony was so permanently ensconced and soon his hard-headed rod was tickling the inside of LaVerne's behind, thrusting in as deeply as the length of the instrument and the capacity of the girl to absorb it permitted.
She contracted her rear cheeks, squeezing him in delicious tightness and then she reached back and let her fingers stroke his belly. Soon Tony was gasping in amazement. Damned if he didn't have to come again!
LaVerne was wonderful. She held onto him in this difficult position, made certain that he was drained completely, kept on squirming after the last of the action had taken place and still she kept Tony aroused and draining.
His face was drawn and the lines were hard from the pain of the strain of the drain. "Oooh, LaVerne," Tony groaned. "I didn't know I had a nickel left and you sure managed to get me to spend it anyhow! How on earth do you do it?"
"I just love you, Tony," she said. "And I never want to take a chance of losing you, so I want to be in command between us. You'll never regret it except for what maybe someone not really important to you after we're married might think of what happened to you."
"Sweetheart," Tony remonstrated. "It's not what they think. It's what I think that counts. And T think a man should be boss."
LaVerne unlocked the chambers holding Tony's legs imprisoned. These were removable, so off they went. Now only his arms were securely pinioned in their wooden prisons and yet he couldn't get free.
LaVerne left Tony for a few minutes then while she got into a new costume of beautiful black silk with bright red roses printed on it. How lush and attractive it was with its short skirt and its fullness and its low cleavage! LaVerne grinned. The music on the phonograph was soft and it had a certain beat. The perfume in the air was it incense?-seemed that of an oriental temple. LaVerne was out of the room just a few minutes and when she returned, she was wearing a silk jersey blouse and a leather skirt with a red satin lining. She freed Tony from the rest of his wooden prison and said, "Go rest, sweetheart. Lie down on the bed and get what rest you can."
Tony dragged himself over to the bed and fell heavily on it, face down. LaVerne proceeded to part his cheeks with her hands and then lick him high at the base of the spine while her hands stroked his calves lightly, knowingly, and the silk of her blouse and the leather of her skirt touched him and he could see the scene in the mirror.
It seemed to be taking a long time, but then Tony's rump began to wriggle and twitch. And LaVerne brought out a spiral birthday candle which she dipped in vase line and carefully screwed a good three inches deeplj into Tony's backside.
"What on earth is that for?" Tony asked.
"Well, if you happen not to be any good as a man," LaVerne told him, "maybe I can start using you like a woman." To demonstrate her point, she began moving the candle in and out slowly, teasingly.
"Don't, LaVerne, darling," Tony protested. "Look, I don't want to play rough with you."
"I'd love to play rough with you, Tony," LaVerne said.
Immediately she clambered atop him, sat straddling his head and she reached down and behind him and worked the candle at the same time. His tongue came up to please her. His tool began to harden.
And then LaVerne was atop Tony, taking him deeply into her, drawing him in as though he were spaghetti and she were slurping it with her mouth a vacuum. Only they don't make a pasta this size nor a mouth this beautiful.
He was inside her, deeply. She had him there, had him responding to her. She knew exactly what she was doing and he loved what she was doing to him. Now he was thrusting upward, struggling to take command even in his defeat, to gratify himself and to pleasure her. His hand joined his tool in serving the beautiful blonde in the leather, satin and silk jersey costume.
"You're mine, Tony," LaVerne said softly. "On my terms."
"I'm yours, LaVerne," Tony agreed, "on whatever terms you'll have mel"