His throat slashed open and there was a pool of blood at the place where his heart should've been.Shocked and in fear, I recoiled and retreated away f...om the bed. As my hands touched the wall, I felt a certain stickiness, with the texture of a thick maple syrup covering my hands. I raised my hands and was horrified at the sight of my blood-covered palms and scissor-sharp nails.Collapsing to the floor, my mind was confused, not comprehending what was happening. As I listened to his dying sounds,. " Flushed and trembling, Simon fled, his heart thumping in his chest. Clambered over the fence and rushed into the shower to cool himself down.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Simon lay awake all night, that fat cock etched in his mind. Cursing himself for running away then acknowledging the correct decision. His mind hopped from one outcome to the other, definitely not gay to wondering what it would be like.From breakfast his eyes were never off the clock, would he really expect him to just show up again.. Emon put down the drinks and grabbed the camera. I unzipped Saied’s pants and out popped a huge black cock, he was not wearing any underwear. I stroked his beautiful cock as my hubby clicked away. We undressed each other on the couch while kissing and caressing. I felt so sexy as he slid my panties off revealing my bare pussy.Once we were naked I led Saied into the bedroom. I stood in front of our full length mirror. Saied stood behind me. We both looked in the mirror as his dark hands caressed. Deprived of his senses, time had slipped from his grasp. It felt like an age; the sound of distant, ecstatic, feminine cries still fresh in his mind. His predicament and listening to Lina with another woman conspired to make his rigid manhood ache heavily.Lina’s words matched her deeds, it was her way and he’d fallen for her. In the few months they had been together, her words always seduced him. He was hopeless to resist that impish look on her face and her Eastern European accent. He was.