”Julia started crying. I pulled her to my shoulder. She rested against it, burying her face and sobbing convulsively. I let her cry, stroking her da...p blonde hair.I was thinking furiously. An imaginary plot about a naked woman was one thing. A real distressed naked woman crying against my shoulder was different. I could see many problems for me. Julia might look attractive but what was she like? She could accuse me of attempted **** and I’d have little defence. She was still naked under that. Darkness corrupts the moonlight. A body lies mutilated against the plush grass. Eyes open, the corpse is painted with blood. Barbed wire cuts into the jaw revealing thick pink crevasses, and white teeth. He watches her lying there. Skin is muted pale under a pink dress. Thick lines of jagged wire stick out where ribs should be. Blood pools out around thick legs. How beautiful, he thinks looking down at her. He is the painter and she is his easel. Standing over the cask of what was once a. "He quickly said, "Grab my hand and put it on your cock."I did, and he softly felt my prick starting to come to life. He rubbed up and down the length. He said "unzip me and take me out."I told him I was not into playing with my partners, and he said I didn't have to do anything to him, but if I didn't do that he could not be sure of my intentions. Again I figured what the heck nothing has happened so far so I reached over and unzipped his pants. He was wearing boxers, and I found the pee hole. .......Two, three, four, then five fingers I thrust into your pussy. You moan in pleasure as I feel your juices run down my hand. "Do you want more?" I ask. "Yes! Please!" is your response. I reply, "you have to earn it".I command you to go back to the kitchen and bring me a chair. As you walk out, I soak in the vision of your juices running down the inside of your thighs. When you return with the chair I motion for you to put it down facing me. "Sit!" I command as I stand in front of you..