"Wow! What a slut! Huh. What do you think babe? What shall we do with him?" HIM!" she snapped. "He's not a man. SHE is a naughty little bitch who need... to be taught a lesson. Get your ass over here." She grabbed me by my long hair and practically dragged me to her room. Isaac was laughing at me, his manly baritone voice making me feel instantly inferior. As she let go, I slumped to the floor, watching her sift through the wardrobe for some belts and scarfs. She pulled one out and wrapped it. ."I found myself staring at Marcie, mesmerized as she slid the straps of the slip off her shoulders and slowly begin to pull it down her young, curvy body. As the slip came down she exposed her tight, b-cup breasts which only made my cock twitch all the more. Giving me a naughty grin as she took notice to my reaction. Now the slip was down to her waist, and she used her thumbs to hook around the bunched up satin and pull it down over her hips. While watching this I almost gasped as she then. Walking into the parking garage, I knew she always parked on the fifth floor, back corner where very few cars parked, door dings on cars was never something I liked to see. Just like clock work, she parked the car and walked out looked over at Mr B who smiled and said good morning. She responded and continued to open her back door and as she bent over to grab her stuff I am sure she knew Mr B was watching, but he just walked around his car and his cock was just hanging semi erect as he grabbed. The guards have to drag and almost carry the shaking, terrified woman to the garotte and place her in it. One of them removed the robe, leaving the victim once again totally nude. Two of the staffers strapped her wrists and elbows to the wooden arm rests and then stands back leaving the condemned woman crying and shaking firmly in the grip of the “Lady of death”The prison staffers led to the gurney. They quickly turned her around and held her against the upright table. The executioner straps.