What a concept! To talk someone into dying for you so you can cook themup as meat! My sexual orientation is different from Armin's so my own fantasyin...olved a beautiful woman allowing herself to be slaughtered and eaten forthe thrill of it. At the very thought, I nearly came in my pants. Well, allright; I did come, although not in my pants. At any rate,it spurred my impish side into action. What if there is abeautiful young woman out there who fancies herself being meat? What wouldhappen if I. .. MY cock is probably hard already, just knowing that I am getting ready to fill your head with thoughts of being humiliated for my pleasure. You know the room. You know what it looks like. Picture it. I would say that you are already remembering being fucked in the ass by me last time... bent over with your ass in the air. It is this sick shit that turns you on... wanting to be face down on the carpet while you acquire rug-burn on your chin as I drive a dildo into your ass, while I make you. ‘Have a good afternoon miss,’ he winked turning away from her, walking towards a door marked employees only. Stepping before one of the machines, Maureen opened the bag the office had returned to her. Retrieving her pocketbook, she opened it, removing a bank card. As she waited for the machine to dispense money, she looked around. Over to her right, she saw a small lounge with a couple of small round tables and a few chairs. Removing the money from the tray, she wrapped it around the card and. Salty" she licked her lips. "I am always ready for Sir" she stood turned away from Jack bending over straight legged to pick up an imaginary object off the floor. Her skirt rode up enough to show her naked bottom, the shiny red stone in her ass crack, framed by the suspender belt and stockings. No underwear. "Follow me Sir." she said. Jack stood and followed the older woman out of the conference room down the hallway passed the reception desk oblivious to the two young women ogling him. Waiting.