Her body convulsed a few times, and I re-tightened the wire.Her body became dead weight as she went limp.I tightened my grip and gave her neck a few b...utal shakes and lowered her head back down on the dirty feather pillow. She made a long drawn out moan as some last air escaped from her lungs, a few small spasms traveled down her legs and she was quiet. Her mouth was frozen open, her pink tongue was protruding out a bit, a silver piercing visible in the middle of it. Her face was red, her. Uh, huh! She continued for what seemed to be 10 minutes and asked to let her know if I was going to cum. As good as it felt, I thought it would be wrong to cum in her mouth and grabbed her arms and pulled her up for more kissing. After several minutes I shyly asked if I could return the favor. She switched places and asked me how she looked. I’m sure I said something stupid...but she looked absolutely stunning! I pressed between her legs and kissed her again then whispered that I wasn’t sure. The bag cam was so close at times to suggest he could even feel the tiny blemishes and goose bumps on her lower limbs. She had a fidgety habit of shifting position and stance and the bag operator needed extreme concentration while talking to the subject and manoeuvring the bag so not to alert her by nudging her legs. Degan licked his lips at the sumptuous – to him – image of her fleshy buttocks with their secondary creas and lower fold of flesh. She wore black briefs, which he had spotted. “Too much cocaine combined with someone’s prescription drugs. Paramedics tried to revive you for a half-hour, but you had fried your system a half-dozen ways.”“Why would I do that?” she asked.“Because you were bored with your life, with everything about it,” I said. “It wasn’t enough that you were beautiful and smart. You needed more thrills, less reality. Even sex had lost it’s thrill for you ... Jesus, why I am even explaining this? Goddam it, Doc!”“That’s hard to believe,” she said, still.