Please, she breathed, please, sir, dont kill me. Please let me go. I wont tell anyone what happened, I promise. Please dont– Her words were cut off...abruptly as he drew the dagger across her throat, her carotid arteries spraying blood all over him. His cock rose as the warm blood dripped from his forehead, down his cheeks and off his chin, from his chest, over his cock and legs, down to his feet, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He dropped to his knees in the pool of blood, arms. Staring wide-eyed at it, she experimented, pressing and releasing the bulb very lightly. There was no escape of air, just a series of gentle, teasing sucks. Her swelling clit could not grow sidewise, so it lengthened until she filled almost two inches of the tube.For some minutes she experimented with the gadget, until she had gotten the hang of it.By then she felt hot all over. She began to swing.She was panting. On fire. The jiji began its insane, unheard lopsided clicking, utterly at. My wife has told me since then that she was such a horny girl when we were dating, she wanted dick and she didn’t care who saw.Anyway, we were setting out on the porch at my parent’s house late in the afternoon, talking about anything and everything, the way you do when you’re first dating. My parents were gone and we were being nominally chaperoned by my older sister, who was inside and frankly no too concerned about what we did. We started making out and before I knew it her hand was rubbing. My cock was dripping like an out-of-control waterfall. He looked directly at me then he smiled his knowing grin. Gracefully and patiently, he slid his magical fingers all over my neck, my arms, then my legs and toes...avoiding my cock but dabbing it from time to time just to keep me in-tune. I was his slut..his wanton slut and he knew it as I begged to suck his cock. I had never sucked a cock in my life but I knew right then and there that nothing else mattered to me, I wanted to taste his.