They all tried hard to save his life when they tell their stories. The man died for hours. He died a little every hour of his life, but the final hou...s were obvious. He gurgled as he gasped for air. We heard his moans for help, although we had closed the glass door to shield us from them. Not due to pure immorality, but because we couldn’t do anything. It is terrible to hear a man gasp for air. To hear him drown when he is not submerged. We watched the monitor as his heart deteriorated under. My husband was like clockwork. Sex on Sunday night at nine. This was the whole show: kisses, mouth on breast, finger on clit, finger in vagina, penis in vagina for seven minutes, cum, two more kisses and he rolled over to sleep. His penis was less then six inches long and thin. I was the ‘thing’ to put it in. I went through some of his things while he was showering. More surprises. A letter of thanks from President George Bush for ‘services’ to his country. A Glock pistol, owned by a police. Her eyes went wide when Hans revealed how he reacted to Grostpulling a gun on him."You exposed your breasts to Albrecht?" she said. "Why would you do sucha thing?" I thought he was going to kill us, and standing with Helmut and Eva asmy true self in that moment just seemed incredibly important. If we weregoing to die then he was damn well going to know just who it was he wasabout to kill." Hans was so defiant in the face of death, so brave," I said. "You wouldhave been proud of him, Gerda." I. So i took of my pants and he took off my panties i told me to get on my hands and knees so i did i remenber he spreded my ass checks and he stared to lick my ass and all my crack til i felt his tounge onmy pussy i have never flet this feeling befor and i loved it i knew he have been wanting to do this becasue i would always catch him jaking of to porn!. so he told me to pull down his pants and he took of his boxers and he showed me dick lage dick i touched it it was so soft and warm he told.