“give into it and cum for me.” Each slap of my ass that that followed made me offered the bouncing porcelain flesh of it up to him higher, asking ...ordlessly for more of the same. I began to feel the warm waves of ultimate pleasure begin to swell and wash over me. I could feel my eyes roll back into my head as I shuddered against the sweet release that was growing stronger in my crazed pussy. I turned my head to see him as I felt the juices gush from my ravaged, swollen, center of my being. . .your fingers moved right to the strength of my passion... grasping it and gently running your fingers along its shaft... stroking it you found the opening of your love...my shaft penetrating your naked swollen pink lips....the head of my manhood prying at you pushing at you gaining access to you.... gently pushing past the muscles that would hold it prisoner...deeper and deeper i penetrated you till my shaft was fully engulfed inside you.....holding my position....i stopped and felt the warmth. It was James, or so I thought since I could see the other two boys. He asked me “So what is a pretty lady like you doing out at a bar?” as he started to kneed the muscles in my shoulders. I had to work really hard not to just close my eyes and enjoy it since I had not had a massage in years. And also I think that I was blushing since I had just been called “pretty” in I don’t know how long. I told them that I was just out to a bar cause I had nothing to do. I figured that was all they needed to. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very similar had been done to her at a very young age. Was he thinking about that when he did impaled Miko like that? Amy wondered. The lack of dried cum inside of her told her that John had cleaned her up before putting her in the bed. She wondered if he would've killed her had she not made him cum. This clearly wasn't the first time he'd killed. But she did have a trump card. Something she knew would keep.