C'est vrai. You're right." Lynn watched him for a moment and nodded her chin slightly. She may have been unexpectedly harsh with her words. Also, sh... didn't quite know what she was about to say if she hadn't stopped herself. She let it go. Adam reached into his shorts pocket. "Sure you don't want a cigarette? How about a maple candy?" Lynn looked at his hand as he held out a couple of small, leaf shaped, beige candies to her. "I shouldn't." She winced. "Oh, yeah, you should." "Fine,". She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was upset about losing him. That had been another thing I didn’t want to deal with. Its not that I have an problem taking advantage of a vulnerable girl, I just didn’t feel like dealing with some emotional slut that was still hung up on her ex. Still she intrigued me somewhat, she claimed she had been submissive all her life. She told me stories about how she was always putting herself out for others, how she tried to be submissive to her. I literally felt my cock rip through the barrier as I slid right into her. When she cried out I stopped, a bit late really – the entire length of my cock was in her. ‘You OK?’ I asked her. Despite the tears in her eyes she smiled. I began to move, seeing her wince I tried to be gentle. I moved faster when she said, ‘Do it properly or I might not enjoy it.’ Clasping me to her she began to move her legs and hips, regulating my movements, driving me on faster and faster. I was trying to hold back. I couldn’t stop myself, and sooner or later I would follow them home or into an alley or anywhere secluded tailing them would take me. I liked to do it slow, usually with my prized dagger, and watch the life drain from their eyes as they writhed in the agony I had caused them. It was one of the most enjoyable things in my life. Yes I still loved, I still felt, I was still caring. I even acted like a normal woman of society. Basically it was the immorality in people that made me want to kill..