God, how often had she vowed that she wouldn't let her body run away with her as it had so many, many times with him… and now there was less control than ever. When she lost her head like this, he became absolutely fiendish… Oh God, his hands… his hands! Her full, round buttocks hollowed and ground wantonly beneath the caresses of his pudgy, but relentless, hands, and she knew that he must sense the sudden urgency of tremors rippling obscenely over her body.

She heard his rammish laugh. She couldn't see his face but assumed he was grinning… rubbery lipped… wet and loose mouthed from the sight of her near total surrender. God… she wanted him… as always, she wanted him… and as always, she hated herself for it… but she couldn't resist the thought of his huge, wonderful cock slipping into her… "Ooohhhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick fingers slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina to further taunt her.

Gaston Larreau gloatingly listened to her whine down into the softness of the carpeting… her voice unnatural, thick with desire and ever growing wantonness.

"Ahhhhh," she groaned once more, twisting her passion contorted face to the side so that he could see the effect his teasing was having upon her, and then it occurred to him that she was trying to anticipate his every move and he chuckled to himself; it was of the utmost importance to his sensual gratification that a woman be kept completely in the dark, lest the ultimate pleasure of shock and subjugation be destroyed.

Ginny, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hand, made no effort to fight against the lewd, carnal urges now racing uncontrollably through her incited body, and in her mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck her soon, before his tormenting hands drove her completely out of her mind. Oh God… I want his viciously mean, beautiful cock inside my tingling cunt. I do! I do! I've got to have it or I'll go mad! Why doesn't he fuck me? Please… please… make him fuck me now… now!