‘What?’ The man replied. ‘See that girl over there?’ Gayle asked and turned to face her pointing her out. ‘The one with the black dress,’ ...��Yeah, what about her?’ ‘I need you to help introduce us.’ Gayle said. ‘I don’t know her.’ Gayle pulled out his wallet and pulled a twenty from it. ‘Don’t worry you don’t need to. Just watch me.’ Gayle folded the twenty and walked up to the woman. He paused for a moment and leaned down close to her, almost near enough to kiss and turned his head this way and. “Who’s your daddy?” he said slapping her across the face and sticking two fingers in her mouth. “You are,” she gurgled out before he removed his fingers. He pinched at her nipples while driving deep into her, feeling his cock hit her cervix time after time. He ground his crotch into her clit as he fucked her hard and fast, with an amount of passion that can only be expelled through anger. He slowly wrapped his fingers around her throat and bent over her, letting their sweaty chests push against. It was impossible not to feel compassion, even though I was still feeling ill toward her for her unsociable, imperious manner.A few more steps brought me close enough to see that she had carved what appeared to be a message into the sand. My eyes were misting over in sympathy for her death, in spite of my previous feelings, so it was hard to make out what she had written.By changing my sight angle a bit and blinking away the moisture clouding my vision, I could read what she had. I woke up and started licking her pussy. I very well knew ourusual morning ritual.However, as I had smelled her the previous night, My Mistress had startedmenstruating. I could smell the strong smell of blood and her menstrualfluids. As I started licking her, I tasted blood.Licking a menstruating woman to climax is in general not a pleasantexperience and a man can do it under only two circumstances. One is whenhe is beaten into submission and trained to do so. Other is when headores, worships.