Most victims retain one last hope at this stage. That it will be over quickly and you’ll be gone. The cracking open of a can and a satisfied belch i... a neat way of crushing their optimism. Time for a little mind-fucking monologue.?Hi doll. You have a fucking nice cunt. For now.?Give her a few moments to mull that over. Another swig of beer.?Nod your head if you heard what I said.?Watch the leather helmet rise slightly and then fall.Then stick the end of a switchblade into her cuntlips. Not. The first thing we did on the Wednesday was go shopping! "I can't have my sissy wife not having a proper wardrobe of clothes!" She grinned. We had both decided that Clare would become more permanent in the household, something I was looking forward to!We must have spent a months wages that day! We were delighted and excited though when we eventually unpacked the boot of the car. My old wardrobe of male clothes was thinned right down to the bare minimum and moved into a small wardrobe in the. Bridget sat with her legs open in the passenger seat, unaware that Mike was very interested in her body. Bridget had the kind of looks that afforded attention, her sweet pretty face and her grown up body made her look much more mature than her 18 years. Although the school had always attempted to keep their mandatory uniforms up to date and crisp there was no hiding Bridget's chest as the second and third buttons strained and gaped to keep back her melons. The uniforms were clearly made for. The kiss between them broke. Their mutual gaze turnedfrom loving compassion to passion of a more animalkind. At once the man was aware of the glisteningwetness of her womanhood teasingly touching his cock.The woman, for her part, had directed all her attentionnow to the throbbing member wandering presently betweenher legs. Slipping her legs either side of his, sheraised her hips, her pussy lips now sliding either sideof his shaft, upwards towards his tip.With his cock now nestled at the.