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From now on your name is no longer Severin, but _Gregor_.” I trembled with rage, and yet, unfortunately, I cannot deep penetration intercourse deny it, I also felt a strange pleasure and stimulation. “But, madame, you know my circumstances,” I began in my confusion. “I am dependent on my father, and I doubt whether he will give me the large sum of money needed for this journey—” “That means you have no money, Gregor,” said Wanda, delightedly, “so much the better, you are then entirely dependent on me, and deep penetration intercourse in fact my slave.” “You don’t consider,” I tried to object, “that as man of honor it is impossible for me—” “I have indeed considered it,” she replied almost with a tone of command. “As a man of honor you must keep your oath and redeem your promise to follow me as slave whithersoever I demand and to obey whatever I command. “Not yet—you may first kiss my hand.” She held it out to me with a certain proud indifference, and I the dilettante, the donkey, the miserable slave pressed it with intense tenderness against my lips which were dry and hot with excitement. * * * * * Though it was late in the evening my light was still lit, and a fire was burning in the large green stove. There were still many things among my letters and documents to be put in order. Autumn, as is usually the case with us, had fallen with all its power. Suddenly she knocked at my window with deep penetration intercourse the handle of her whip. I opened and saw her standing outside in her ermine-lined jacket and in a high round Cossack cap of ermine of the kind which the great Catherine favored. “I like that word,” she said then, “you are always to call me mistress, do you understand? As far as the district capital you will be my companion and friend, but from the moment that we enter the railway-coach you are my great sex double penetration ass and pussy licking slave, my servant. Now close the window, and open the door.” After I had done as she had demanded, and after she had entered, she asked, contracting her brows ironically, “well, how do you like me.” “Wanda, you—” “Who gave you permission?” She gave me a blow with the whip. “You are very beautiful, mistress.” Wanda smiled and sat down in the arm-chair. “Kiss my hand.” I seized her small cold hand and kissed it. “And the mouth—” In a surge of passion I threw my arms around the beautiful cruel woman, and covered her face, arms, and breast with glowing kisses.

She returned them with equal fervor—the eyelids closed as in a dream. * * * * * At nine o’clock sharp in the morning everything was ready for departure, as she had ordered. We left the little Carpathian health-resort in a comfortable light carriage.

The most interesting drama of my life had reached a point of development whose denouement it was then impossible to foretell. I sat beside Wanda, and deep penetration intercourse she chatted very graciously deep penetration forced porn and intelligently with me, as with a good friend, concerning Italy, Pisemski’s new novel, and Wagner’s music. She deep penetration intercourse wore a sort of Amazonesque travelling-dress of deep penetration intercourse black cloth with a short jacket of the same material, set with dark fur.

It fitted closely and showed her figure to best advantage. Her hair wound into an antique knot, lay beneath a small dark fur-hat from which a black veil hung. Wanda was in very good humor; she fed me candies, played with my hair, loosened my neck cloth and made a pretty cockade of it; she covered my knees with her furs and stealthily pressed the fingers of my hand. When our Jewish driver persistently went on nodding to himself, she even gave me a kiss, and her cold lips had the fresh frosty fragrance of a young autumnal rose, which blossoms alone amid bare stalks and yellow leaves and upon whose calyx the first frost has hung tiny diamonds of ice. * * * * * We are at the district capital. Wanda deep penetration intercourse throws off her furs and places them over my arm, and goes to secure the tickets. “Here is your ticket, Gregor,” she says in a tone which supercilious ladies use to their servants. You won’t get on until I am settled in my compartment and don’t need you any longer.