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His voice had deepened, but it still had the same effect. She nodded in compliance and the thought of hearing herself screaming into her gag excited her. She nodded greedily now and

moaned to show him she was okay with her new restriction. Diego had also known she would enjoy being gagged. She grinned at the joy of such twice in only a matter of days.

As she hung from the roof, her mouth full and her eyes seeing only darkness with tiny specks of oranges and whites, the pleasure began from her feet this time. Nanosh took her foot into his hands and began licking and bathing each toe in his mouth. The feeling was unbearable at first, but quickly turned to pleasure as he made his way up one foot, shin and knee back, around to her heel and calf.

She squealed with delight as he buried his

tongue in the hypersensitive valley behind her knee. She felt his slippery tongue probing into the back of her knee. She could already feel an orgasm building within her from the sheer intensity of the wetness combined with the pressure from his mouth and his hands kneading her calf and foot muscles.

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out as he started on the other toes, ankle and leg.

This time he continued up to the back of her thigh with his touching and licking. Suddenly she could smell wine in the wagon. He seemed to know

what she was thinking and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to lick every inch of you, sweet girl, and when my mouth gets dry, I’m going to bathe you in the finest wine in these mountains.”

He buried his tongue in her ear and she giggled again trying to pull away from the mushy, but highly erotic feeling. He returned to his licking.

The backs of her thighs got a tongue bath along with the front and, in no time, she was pushing her pussy out into the air, desperately waiting for what she now needed badly. But again, she was denied!

He passed her sopping mound, her ass, even

her clit got no attention as he moved quickly up to her hipbones and tumescent tummy. She was

feeling a bit frustrated now and the tension in her arms and mouth was beginning to burn a little.

She needed her release. She twisted around more than usual and moaned, then screamed into her gag to get his attention and give her what she deserved—right where she deserved it.

Nanosh laughed at her and continued his

tongue and wine bath. He licked her belly, her hips and the small of her back. She felt like she was on fire by the time he was done going over every inch of her skin. He dribbled wine on her 204

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skin when it pleased him and licked his way up to her ribs, then nibbled on her ribcage making her spin with laughter. He held her in his hands and nibbled up to her neck. She yelped, and moaned and pleaded into her gag, all to no avail.

He moved up to her face and dotted it with

kisses everywhere he could manage as she twisted and moved faster now. He held her face in his hands firmly and she felt herself melt as he ran his tongue over her wound. He took his time and made sure to touch the delicate edge of her fading scar, and more than once,he kissed her over her gagged mouth. She could feel her tears soaking her blindfold, but they were not all tears of sadness. She knew some of them were tears of gratefulness and still others were tears of joy. She even had tears in her for lust, which is what she was feeling more than anything now.

She heard him take a few deep gulps of wine and she could imagine how parched his mouth must be, her own gag had dried out her own

mouth a while ago. What she wouldn’t have given him for a swallow of that wine! Her skin was singing now, the moisture from his mouth and the wine made it feel cool and warm at the same time as she hung and turned slowly in the now almost stiflingly hot wagon.

She heard the hushed sound of the chair being dragged over the carpets and felt it bump up against the back of her thighs. She felt Nanosh’s 205

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hands around her waist and she could feel the chair behind her. For a second she was terrified as he hoisted her up and into the air, then set her feet down on the seat cushion. She could feel the blood rushing through her relaxed arms and legs now and it was hot and prickly like when her arm would fall asleep. She was very comfortable though, and thankful, standing on the seat of the chair. Almost her whole back was leaning against the chair, her arms only slightly bent now.

It didn’t take Veronique long to realize that her most vulnerable, most needy areas were in a direct line with Nanosh’s face and mouth. Without a word, he cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and buried his mouth in her dripping fur where he began to tell his own version of an adventure that Veronique had never imagined.

He started with her lips and suckled them until they were swollen and quivering. Then he moved to her inner lips, which were also swelling, puffy and begging for his attention. He lapped at her, plunging his tongue down to her flooded slit, then licking slowly all the way up to her tummy. He lapped her until she was begging him through her gag. “Please, please, please let me explode!”

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to take. She pushed herself at his mouth, trying to grind her pussy into his face or nose. Even his hair brushing against her would feel good right now.

She was aching with desperation, trying to get something to rub on her clit, some part of his beautiful face or mouth or fingers or even a shoulder blade might work now!

“Muummpphh,” was all she could manage, but

in her own head, she was screaming and

becoming very upset, wondering how she was

going to take care of this heat building up in her.

Thin beads of perspiration dribbled down her face and between her breasts. Her inner thighs were also wetting themselves now.

He finally pulled away entirely and she started to sob lightly. He spoke to her in a calm voice, but she would not be consoled so easily now. She tried telling him, pleaded with him through her gag that she needed to cum and needed it now. That this game was no more fun until she got what she needed and what she needed was his mouth!

He laughed at her and spun her around so her stomach was resting against the back of the chair and her ass was arched and sticking out into the middle of the room. Warm scented air filled the wagon. Veronique could smell the soaps and the wine and the scarves. She was so hot she could now smell herself. She wondered if Nanosh was enjoying this as much as she was. She was thrilled at this new position and had no idea what he was 207

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going to do, but she knew it was going to feel good and maybe he would finally let her explode like she needed to so badly.

She had never felt what Nanosh did next, but she almost collapsed in pleasure as he spread her ass cheeks apart and plunged his entire tongue onto her tight, twitching hole. She could feel herself gush and gasped into her gag. She could picture exactly what he was doing and, although it was her first time, she relished the thought of being so adored and admitted it was unbelievably sexy, felt unbelievably good!

She could feel his nose and his stubbly cheeks grinding up in between her fleshy cheeks. He was twirling his tongue around her ridges, then lightly pushing it up inside her, making her tense up uncontrollably. After a few moments, she relaxed and wanted more. She felt him spreading her tightest hole apart slowly and his hot wet mouth was amazing. She gave in to his desires and pushed herself back into him squealing as he got his tongue up even further into her. Just as she was getting used to the foreignness of his tongue where no tongue had ever been, he adjusted

himself, reached underneath her and slowly began sliding his entire thumb up into the pool of jelly of her pussy.

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uncontrollable. She gulped air like a ragged horse and bucked against his thumb as he drove it up into her and pushed down on another spot she never knew she had. It felt familiar, like the spot Diego massaged that made her flood his face with her hot juices. While his thumb was up inside her, his fingers were now separating her lips and finally, she got the lightning bolt of pleasure she had been waiting for.

With his tongue deep in her ass, his thumb up inside her sopping pussy and his fingers

spreading her lips, his middle finger finally began playing on her clit like a gypsy musician playing a flamenco guitar. He was steady with perfect pressure and all of the stimulation was simply overwhelming. She felt orgasm after orgasm

building up in her and she pictured herself climbing the path up to the footbridge with every lick, rub and flick of her flesh. She climbed and moved faster as he found a rhythm that was

unlike anything she had ever felt. As he dug his tongue in deeper, she got up to the top of the path and could feel her world begin to shake. It felt like her whole universe was splitting into pieces.

She saw herself walking to the middle of the footbridge, climbing over the edge and looking up to the sky. It seemed that Nanosh could feel her at the edge of another explosion and he was going to make this be the climax of her own personal story.

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giving her his heart and soul. He pushed his stiff tongue farther up inside her and she jumped and groaned. He rubbed deeper and harder with his thumb. She rolled her hips and pushed back

against him until he was pounding her so hard he knew it must have been hurting her deliciously.

His artful fingers tapped and flicked her clit the exact same way until they were moving and

grinding together like musicians, sharing the same space and time and a universe only they could hear and feel.

She screamed as loud as she could and erupted in an orgasm she felt from her freshly scrubbed toes to the tip of her head. Wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure picked her up and

slammed her down onto his tongue, fingers and thumb. She shook in violent throes of passion as she came again and again and again. No sooner than she began to come down than he would

move his thumb, or dig his tongue in and swirl it around her most tender flesh, and she would erupt all over again!

In her mind, she felt the warm breeze over the Chamois, heard the wind rustling through the woods and looked high into the sky. She let go, but this time she could hear herself screaming into the night. She felt Nanosh hold her down so she wouldn’t hurt herself with her violent thrashing and bucking. Instead of plummeting like a bright white star into the arms of the black abyss below, 210

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her climax propelled Veronique across the

universe like ten thousand comets all burning white hot and searing paths across the black curtain of sky.

She felt herself explode like so many

magnificent fireworks, hot reds and yellows, piercing whites and blues. She snapped, sizzled and roared as wave after wave rocked her body.

Then as the last spasm coursed through her, she felt as if she was dissolving and separating into millions of tiny stars. She fell back to earth as her breathing slowed, sprinkling the planet with little pieces of her heart and soul.

Finally, she could take no more and she sunk into the chair as much as the beam still holding her arms allowed. She leaned against the velvet backrest of the chair, exhausted, happy, drained and very much at peace.

Nanosh hugged her, held her and talked to her gently through her sweating hair that was sticking to the chair and the tender side of her face. He untied her hands and removed her gag, sat her up and held her closer as she cried in deep, cleansing sobs that she didn’t need to explain to anybody, especially him.

All cried out, she sat up in the chair. He went over to the basin and brought back a sparkling bottle of perfume and a bottle of rose water. He sprinkled the rose water over her glistening body, then lightly dabbed the perfume all over her from 211

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her neck to her knees to her toes. Once again, the wagon was saturated with delicious aromas. She inhaled deeply and felt completely drained and relaxed. He rubbed the aromatic salves into her skin and she could immediately feel her energy returning, her body renewing itself with his touch.

“I saw it again, Nanosh,” she whispered, her voice cracking and dry. “I could feel it coming again so I went back to the footbridge and felt myself climbing up higher and higher. Then I was almost there, in the middle and about to jump, just like you said. But then I did jump and it was incredible! I have never felt my body feel like that.

Instead of me falling into the river, I was flying. I turned into a million stars. I was completely stretched out, flying and smiling. Warm winds blasted over my face and I saw the river. I went up and across the universe. I was free. I felt no pain at all and now and it seemed to last forever! I can’t even remember jumping at all.” She smiled,

looked into his eyes and hugged him as hard as she could. “You changed the ending to my story.

What a gift you have given me you amazing man.

Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Next time, I will pick a story of my own and you can play with my ending too, Bright Star,” he said, as he nuzzled her ear.

Instead of walking back to her wagon,

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the moist, dewed meadow. She thought of her time with the gypsies, all she had learned and experienced after she opened her heart and let in some light into her darkened soul. She smiled when she remembered Diego and his magic