I was excited at the thought this older man was going to have his way with me. It was so wrong. But, naturally it scared me. I didn’t want him to hu...t me. He was very demeaning. I was scared, yet excited at the same time.By the time I had gotten out of the car, he was already coming over to my side, unzipping his pants and reaching in, grabbing for his dick.Now, this did concern me as he grabbed my arm and walked me over to the side of the dirt road, pulled my sweats down just past my ass and. It was her responsive reaction to my leading her on and then ultimately rejecting her. I had felt that I deserved at least. I offered her no further attention as neither did she to me. I pushed my cart of my groceries to the side, and limped out of the grocery store empty handed with bloodied socks thinking, "I'm not going to allow this woman to get away with drawing my blood". In the parking lot I waited in my car for her to exit from the out the market. She strutted her sexy arse out of that. I pulled her leg up for support, and started biting her calves, ripping and tearing my way through. It was tough meat, but I got through it. My hand came off of her neck and began clawing at her tits. My nails ruptured her skin, and then I was ripping her tits apart piece by piece, bringing it's delicious meat into my mouth. I was humping her furiously, the taste of her flesh giving me a kind of vigour I'd never had. I knew I was going to cum soon.There was blood, tears and sweat everywhere,. ”“Look, I don’t, I don’t know what the fuck this thing is. I… you can be my campaign manager. Just let my family go.”“Oh I don’t care who you pick as your campaign manager,” De Goth said. “You’ll win.”“How do you know-”She cut him off, again flush with anger. “Fifty-one percent of the country is female. Each one of them will vote for you even if I have to personally crawl up each cunt to punch the ballot.”“Okay… okay… whatever you say, whatever you want...” "Don't worry, I'm going to crawl up.