. ….. I tried to settle back into my original routine of eating at the café. I went so far as to return to my original breakfast of waffles and cof...ee. What did I care if I lived longer if I was condemned to be alone? My aunt finally spoke to me. ‘What did you do? I thought you were both in love.’ ‘I was,’ I said, quietly. ‘I was.’ I was. After I went home, I laid on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, wondering just what had happened. I didn’t go in the next day which caused an angry phone call. She was getting wet at the very thought of him. She had read his file; he was born into a working class family that had values and morals. He chose the life after he was discharged from the army for no good reason to make ends meet. Looking at his good-sized manhood, she could not understand why his wife would cheat on him or even report him for anything other than out of love.She needed to have him; but she did not know how to do it. She wanted this man more than anyone else she had met, and. . hanged by a woman, the tokens of spent manhood removed by feminine hands prior to death ... shown the absolute power of womanhood before deserved extinguishment.”Creed peaked in masochistic ectasy, the blissful cycle of orgasmic pleasure from the cock he was destined to lose, enveloping his senses as he thrust wildly at the sheets, and Beryl’s mature thighs rose in triumph while she added her spite at the point of her own lustrous climax.“I can’t wait to see you emasculated on the rope .... And I did as I reached over to softly stroke her exposed neck. As I ended our kiss, I dropped my hand under her blanket and softly caressed the exposed part of her thigh before slowly moving my hand higher. She spread her legs to give me access to her thong enclosed pussy. I softly stroked her labia through her thong several times then slowly pulled it aside while I started to caress the lips of her hot womanhood. I placed my thumb against her clit and gave it a slow circular massage which.