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Every straining muscle in Melanie Dawson's body was in agony.
And Don Ernesto's goons were still arguing about which whip to use first.
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Jenny's nude body shivered in the wintry air. Gino and Rocco - Don Ernesto's minions - had taken her to a remote lodge for the weekend. A stripper in one of the Don's clubs, she had shorted him on the kickback.
"Listen, girlie," Gino had said in his Brookyln accent. "Me and Rocco, we're good sports. As long as you can stand out here without moving hand or foot, we won't mess with you."
Just then the skies began to spit the first few drops of an icy rain.
"But if you move a muscle," Rocco joined in, "it's no holds barred, sweetie. And there's nothing I like better than slappin' a pair of big, slippery tits."
Jenny shuddered in horror.
"Would ya look at that, Rocco," Gino exclaimed with barely suppressed glee. "The wind's really startin' to pick up, now. If the temperature is 40 and the wind is blowing 20 miles an hour, what's the whaddyacall it, the chill factor?"
"I ain't got a fuckin' clue," growled Rocco. But from the look of those shivering nipples, it's right where I want it to be. We may have to slap the icicles off of those sweet tits!"