“Is he next to hang Agnes? ... I so have the taste for it now, it’s given me such a release down there; my orgasms have increased their intensity ...enfold since seeing my husband spend his last on the rope...” Creed saw the spite in her smile as she pursed her lips, sighed with the tingling of her cunt, and leaned toward Agnes’ male.“ ... I can’t wait to witness you drop through the trap, and feel the exquisite buzz as the rope goes taut ... I know you’ll spend as vigorously as my husband did. “My God, she went at it hammer and tongs! Giving me everything. A superb performance.Thump...thump...thump...thump...thump...thump...thump...She was gasping. Making little squeals. Perhaps she was having a genuine orgasm. Why not? With a cock like mine, she ought to have done.Suddenly I was abandoned, rising fast to a tremendous climax...shooting and shooting into her still thumping hindquarters, whilst she wriggled frenziedly, back arching, mouth agape.Ah yes, I'm sure that little beauty had. He told her he would be in Milan just three days before returning home.“Do you have a room at the hotel?” he asked.“Yes, two floors up. The airline pays for it. I was hoping I could stay with you, though.”“Of course you may. How often do you do stuff like this?”“Rarely, never with a man until today.Can I be your lady while we are in Milan?”“I thought you already were.”She smiled and kissed him then asked, “What are you doing while in Milan?”“I am picking up a suit, then going to a symphony and. The anteroom served to conserve the heat that the vegetables produced and prevented a blast of 30 degree below zero air from pouring in and making thing first freeze and then rot.I went into the inner room and lit two more candles. The additional light showed a room that was about ten feet wide and about fifteen feet long with a three and a half foot wide shelf about a foot off the floor running down each side of the room. On one shelf there were four piles of 100 lb. potato sacks each stacked.