I've thought about killing her several times, but I can't. Any injury Iinflict hits me twice as bad. I can't cut her any more than I could severmy own...neck. And it's not that I want her to suffer. I want to end hersuffering, but I can't. She is so very fragile and vulnerable, and itbreaks my heart to see her sad. It would be easier if I could truly hateher, but I can't. I love her with every fiber of my heart. But I don'ttreat her like I love her. I keep her locked away, out of sight, in. “Maybe he’s gay,” the stud behind her offered with a snicker. Stung by these words, Jerkoff turned back to the naked twosome and replied, “Madame, sir, I will have you know that I have the singular honor of being a veteran of the French Foreign Legion, The Legion does not accept sissies into its ranks.”“Yeah, prove it,” the girl continued, reaching out to grasp the zipper of Jerkoff’s safari pants and tug it down exposing a massive lump in the birder’s undershorts. “Maybe you’re a real man. You obviously felt my release,because you increased your grip on me and your hand began to slide sensuouslyover my leather clad bottom, increasing my own arousal even further. I thenfelt lips gently brush my cheek and I instinctively moved towards them. Yourhard thin lips pressed against mine in a gentle kiss, then your mouth openedand your tongue probed out pushing my mouth open in response. Our tongues metin a frenzy of movement, I sucked hard on your tongue, savoring it's manytastes and I. Johnny was more than a little freaked out, & fairly positive that a criminal and/or sorceror had just dropped a major piece of evidence for some unknown crime into his life. He knew that if he didn't act fast he could easily end up the final ingredient in a hobo priest's ritual sacrifice.Just then, there was a great whooshing of wind & the sound of the back door slamming shut. Johnny whipped his head around, but the cause of the commotion was nowhere to be found, & when he turned back he.