If I had not been blindfolded I could easily have killed her. And Joanja could pull that trigger inside of me by a few well chosen words, and I would ...ot even hesitate to give into the anger.For the first time in my life I subdued that anger. Instead of seeing Joanja collapse I saw every occasion when someone had died in front of me, just before my eyes. I saw the Wiliji, the rapist officer, and then I saw three more deaths — the first my old school teacher who at the time I was fifteen had. Amit ka papa na ak company khol rakhi thi company achi chal rahi thi par acank loss hona start ho gaya uncle karj ma oob gya or uncle ke company ko band karna ko karj daar kahna laga uncle ka bangla kobhi seal karna ke baat karna laga uncle na apna dosto sa pasa manga par kisi na bhi help nahi ke uncle na kahi sa pasa ka bandobas kia kiya ak din aunty mara ghar ma aye or muja kahna lagi sandeep kahi sa asa ka bandobas kar do tum jo mango ga thuma milga mana kaha aunty ya to muskil ma kasa. Course, we would not be doing most of the above, we were not psychopaths, but Dildo could never be sure of that. The point of me telling him all this gross stuff, aside from the fact that I got a kick out of doing it, was so that Dildo could go home and obsess about it, be unable to eat or sleep, have to drag himself into school every morning feeling like the most unlucky bastard on earth and absolutely shit scared. And OK, so a lot of it was just bullshit to terrify him, never happened and was. I stroked it a few more minutes. Having an admiring audience was somewhat of a turn-on. I wanted to put on a good show for Jenna. I spit again in my palm and pumped my cock, all the while pointing it right at Jenna's smiling face. "Are you enjoying this?" I asked her."Absolutely, "she replied. "I find it very sexy watching a man pleasure himself. It's a better experience I thought. I can't wait to watch you cum." Well, how about that help?" I asked and reminded her of the low odds of a second.