The spasms ravished her entire abused body until eventually she stopped convulsing, and then hardly moving, and in exhaustion and agony, she silently ...olled onto her side, with Sandra still inside her anus.She felt sick, and sobbed quietly, curling her body up slightly; her position was as foetal as the narrow bath would allow.Without even having the energy or the will to control her muscles anymore, she lay there in the steamy mist with tears running down her face, sobbing pitifully and. I only had one more visit left and I’d never see her again.“Are you considering taking their help?” she asked matter of factly.“You know what? What the hell maybe, right? I can’t say I didn’t get excited by the thought. So yeah, I’m considering fucking her brains out, making him watch and showing them both that they are fucking up a perfectly good thing!” I wasn’t thinking at all now, and I certainly didn’t mean it. I was trying to get a reaction out of her.“That is probably not the help. This was a scenario I had fantasized about for many years, I will never lose that mental image of my rigid penis disappearing inside that schoolgirl pussy. Playing with her tits, her panties and tights at her knees, skirt around her waist, nylon feet resting on my shoulders.She rewarded me with an additional surprise, when she began to rub vigourously at her little button. Being as vocal as ever and her face bright red again. Astonishingly she put the question to me "Do you want you to cum. Dead! So why not just sign a damn paper saying so and let us bury it?"The minister's face grew red, but his voice remained low and he was calm. Maddeningly calm, as far as Paula was concerned."Now, now, Paula. Please sit down. Take a deep breath."She ignored his words and stayed where she was. The minister sat back and said nothing for a full minute, just looking at her. Paula grew uncomfortable under his gaze, and she felt silly just standing there. She gave up and sat down."That's better," he.