Warm urine hit my face and entered my mouth, as he joined in, there can be greater joy or final act of denigration, as in peeing on a woman who has w...llingly accepted ones semen inside her bodily temple, and pissing on her degraded body as it lies naked and open to more men walking by, it truly is a sad reflection on many men in today's world.Enjoy the chase, kiss her ass, and be their queen, and in minutes after the ultimate surrender, become a slut and whore, because they suddenly realize. She said she would keep in touch. It’s been 2 years now. Nothing, I search the newspapers where she lives to see if anything has happened to her. But nothing yet has come up. I want her to be happy. I want her safe. But selfish as I can be. I want her with me to. Now, yes I still go online, I still have cybersex with guy’s. I’ve had many boyfriends online. A lot of them are married. Most just lie, cheats, and just is bad. I had one who while I was dating him, he was dating another to. Telling. A young redhead, wearing cheap hide panties and a bra, vomited blood and tugged at the arrow sticking out of the soft swell of her right breast. A skinny farmer collapsed like jelly, an arrow penetrating the back of his skull and emerging in his neck. The cheers of the crowd faltered and confusion reigned. The shaman paused his ritual mid-sentence. Heads swiveled in confusion as townsfolk sought to locate the source of the screaming.Then the third volley hit. A fat merchant’s skull was. "Hello John. This is Mary Graham from the church crèche. I was wondering if you could pop around this afternoon for a quiet chat about what I saw the other day."Well, well, well, I thought, the voyeur has broken cover. I wonder what's going to happen now.I slipped out of the house and drove to the church hall, seeing no cars in the car park. I did take the precaution of parking in ASDA's car park next door, just to avoid any awkward questions though.The side door was, as ever, locked when I.