It was snowing that evening, and the streets were bustling with people seeking refuge from the snow.

Everyone was running Helter and Skelter to have themselves sweltered from the obstreperous snow that was oozing out from the farthest south of the sky.

Rachael was there in her quiet corner of the balcony, sipping a glass of espresso. The environment was autumn and her compound was bathed in the warm glow of the twinkling lights.

She was having her shoulders massaged by one of her male servants. She was enjoying the soft hands of the servant as she was nodding in pleasure.

Her clitoris was swinging underneath her white towel wrapped...