"Exactly!" he exclaimed, watching as she continued the same body action and he could see her stomach muscles contract as she clutched with the long velvety sleeve of her snug vagina skillfully at his prick.

"Cunt! Bitch!" he gasped. "On the floor, whore! On your belly, damn you!"

Ginny's breath caught in her throat. Had she gone too far? What in God's name had he conceived of now? She dare not hesitate. Nimbly, she hopped off him and dropped onto all-fours, her tongue-tip protruding between the two white even rows of her small teeth.

"Down!" he snapped, and she dropped flat on her belly.

Slowly, he came out of the chair and knelt to stare lasciviously at the warm, voluptuous body beneath him. He slid his hand along the inner side of her soft, white thigh to the moistened lips and thin pink slit of her pussy, tracing the hair-line separation with a forefinger upward between the creamy hued orbs of her firm, white buttocks, watching the round, soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch; then, he felt the desire in his own loins beginning to glow hotly. Mon Dieu, the feel of her satin-like skin could still set him off… damn, but she was a desirable bitch!

Ginny Novak swallowed tightly. Her subservient prostrate position, and knowing she must submit to whatever vile whim that might titillate his warped passion, was making her brain whirl in a growing kaleidoscope of sensual lust. She had no idea what he was going to do to her… or make her do to him; she only knew that she was rapidly losing all control in her rising need. Now, he was over her, and she squirming beneath him to the excitement of his near magic touch, little tongues suddenly licking salaciously at her loins and belly, building to greater and greater heights of captivating pleasure with every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his vile hands.

She dropped her face to the nap of the carpeting and groaned into it stifling the licentious throaty grunts of need emitting involuntarily from between her now tightly clenched teeth.