Another sharp intake of breath announced her invasion of her pleasure pool. The single finger entered and exited in a slow, rhythmic tempo that matched her breathing. She unfolded a second finger and it accompanied the other in its travels into her depths that were hidden from me in shadow.The pace increased and her back arched as her pleasure mounted. Her fingers fucked her hairless sex in a relentless and increasingly bruising drive towards an orgasm. Her chest rose in staccato as her breathing became ragged. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parted lips. Her head thrashed from side to side with her eyes screwed tightly shut.She lifted her passive hand from the floor and a finger slid straight to her budding clit. The first touch brought forth a rasping gasp that seemed as if it must tear her throat. Mercilessly she rubbed her self while finger fucking herself. The torment to her clit was becoming a rapid tattoo, her legs quivered in uncontrolled rapture. Cries escaped her lips. ”She chuckled,“Tom, that’s the most complimentary thing any man has ever said to or about me. Now for me to finish you off for being so kind and well behaved.”She resumed her beautiful teasing and edging blow job. If I wasn’t in love with Amelia, I might have asked her to run away with me. I blew my load down her throat, seven blasts, one for each veil. After she made sure I was empty and my dick was clean, she untied me from the chair.“You go wash up and dress, then you can have your dessert.”She handed me a bell. At that time there was a crash and I heard shouts in French and several military men ran into the room with revolvers.Their officer said, “At last, Mata Hari, we’ve caught you. You’re under arrest for being a German spy! Take her away.”“Captain, what about him.”“He’s an American who’s having a bachelor party. The only honest work she ever did.”They left with Mata Hari. I looked at my bell and rang it.“Well, well young man. You sure know how to enjoy a good meal.”I looked at.
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