Gianna had moved closer to Nicholas and leant in on him, a little perspiration glistening at the nape of her neck and on her forearms, nature's soft reward for the whipping she had given him. She had warmed up, her blood was pumping and her delicious scent permeated the air around him. He couldn't help but breathe deeply, savouring the moment. The cheeks of his arse burned furiously and his cock continued to throb, even more so when her arm brushed across his stomach again, as she calmly reached in and stroked his fully extended shaft. She could do whatever she liked to him and he was absolutely helpless, this he knew and he should be worried, but he also knew that this was becoming the most bizarre, sensually overwhelming experience ever!<br/><br/>She laughed aloud at his attempted verbal attack and this rocked her breasts, now both exaggerated in size as they left the support of her rib cage, shaking and tantalising him more. This was all very intentional, he saw, but there was nothing he could do to stop his infernal arousal.<br/><br/>"How often have you fantasized about having me in bed?" she taunted and continued to stroke him.  It was true, Nicholas had fantasized about having her, but there was no way he was going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. He remembered how he had envisioned her, legs spread upon the snooker table, playing her as the seventh pocket!<br/><br/>And then his mind came back to reality when Gianna's attentions moved across the room to where Kelly had fallen over. Gianna almost fumed when she looked at Kelly...stating that she was going to pay much more attention to her than she had planned.<br/><br/>"No! Leave her alone!! She's done nothing to deserve this. You can't..." Nicholas shook his restraints to no avail, genuinely wanting for this to end before Kelly got hurt. On the other hand...she looked so helpless, struggling and jiggling her breasts to try to get free. Her eyes briefly met his with a soft, questioning glance but her manner quickly hardened to defiance as Gianna, after tapping Kelly's backside with the whip and walking across to a table, strode back from the table with what looked like a billiard ball on straps dangling from her hand.<em>Where on earth is Gianna going to stick that? </em>And then it looked like Gianna was rubbing her own cunt with the ball...she seemed to be carefully, and pleasurably, coating it before holding it aloft and giggling, turning it around for both of us to see clearly that it had been saturated.<br/><br/>Nicholas was, for once, utterly gobsmacked!<br/><br/>