Mike clearly had been living on the edge for a while. His hair was greasy and had several gray locks. He had it pulled back into a ponytail to try to ...ide the length. His formerly heavily muscled frame looked shrunken, and the old t-shirt he wore hung like a dress on his frame. I noticed a teardrop tattoo under his left eye.Lenore hissed as she put a hand on my free shoulder. "What?" I asked."The tattoo either means that man killed someone, or that he's someone's bitch," Lenore replied coldly.. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing.I stepped into the girdle and started pulling it up my legs. I had to tug at it to get it past my knees. I looked across the room, there was a full length mirror on the inside of the closet door and I could see my little erection pointing at the mirror and the girdle stretched across my knees. “There is no pulling back now,” I said aloud and wiggled my way into the girdle until I felt the nylon crotch slide against my hairless balls.My cock was held. Ben bent forward and with a grunt came. She could feel his hot seed pumping into her, and as it did he bit down on the skin over her shoulder blade. He bit down hard and her whole body trembled as the pain pushed her that little bit further and she came. Her pussy tightened and pushed Ben's softening cock and some of his seed out. "You didn't cum before me, Ella." Ben's voice was disapproving. "I'm sorry." Ella hid her face, a mixture of fear and excitement pumping through her. "You will be.. There is no tomorrow, because the souls of the dead lost all of their tomorrows before arriving in this walled in, pitch black, oppressive, hell. It mattered not at all how long I stood and watched the macabre parade. No time passed for me ... the only surviving evidence of my trips to this pit were memories and they were meant to torment, but caused me wonder instead.The demon mad master shrieked as I ignored his salacious horde of decaying dead. His screams were as impotent as his will. In.