All the people I'd ever been were all dead...I was dead...Really Truly Dead...R.T.D...For a long time I knew I was dead, and then I realized that this...thing that I was - wasn't death!I knew I wasn't alive, but I also knew I wasn't dead...All this dying was killing me!How can one be dead, but not dead? That was a tough question to work through, especially in my dead state, which seemed quite dead, even though I was not quite totally dead. The conundrum returned. Each time I died, I wasn't dead.. I pull back some looking at you, “my god you are so beautiful” I say as I reach forward grabbing your shirt in my fists ripping it open you begin screaming “no” as your shirt falls open exposing your bra and body before me. I lean forward again pulling your bra and taking your nipple into my mouth sucking and biting gently on it. Your fists are hitting my back but I manage to hold you firmly in place as I devour your chest, my hands slipping down to your ass .My hands on your ass lift your. I bet he would, my Lord. The crowd cheered even louder when I stepped out. The bodyguards swept out, forming a half-circle. 51 hung back, standing a few paces behind me and to my left. Half of the guard carried their AR-15s slung on shoulder slings, their hands resting dangerously on the sleek, black weapons as they scanned the crowd. Thank you for coming out today, I shouted. Sorry for the delay, I had a worshiper to bless. I grinned and a laugh rippled through the crowd. The number one thing. “Anyway, once we were in the elevator, his fingers found their way into me. My pussy was so wet from his sexual conversationalist skills and so gaping from the gangbanging I took earlier that day that his fingers slid right up against my G-spot with no resistance at all. Before I could let out the first soft moan of approval, he had my thighs shaking and knees buckling, as his expert fingers struck orgasmic gold in a matter of seconds.“As I thrashed in his arms and held onto the railing for.