She was just the lady whom everyone wishes to be in their bed every day.A bald man with a pot belly came behind cursing her and this stopped me from f...asting over her marvelous shapes. He was her husband. I cursed God with all the words I can for such a beautiful lady gifted to that bald cunt. By the way, his name Pramod is like all the cunts who don’t take care of their beautiful wives.Pramod told me that they live on the fifth floor and they will be shifting here at the earliest possible. All. ”We walk down the aisle toward the “exit” sign. We push the door open. Outside it is dark, but I can see just a bit of the… sunrise? I hadn’t realized it was so late. The door opens onto a parking lot in the back of the bookstore. There are several cars parked there and one large van.He walks out through the door and I can feel the cool night air coming in. It raises goosebumps all over my naked flesh. My ass feels open and slimy, I can feel cum drying along my inner thighs. I know that I still. Nice guy. Didn’t have nearly enough fun in life, but great man. Anyway, I have to atone in some way for that before I cease to exist, so before I take the last few women that comprise the remains of my bucket list, allow me to atone, in whatever way you two find useful,” Adonai offered, still bothered by the harmful effects of some of his mandates, scriptures, canon, etc.“Okay, then ... you can plant your seed inside Desiree, so that she has your spawn as well as mine. Sound fair, Des, or would. I'm sure you're still you." I tried to make my voice as firm as possible ... even though it was fraying at the edges.Sarah gave a small laugh. "I'm beautiful ... I'm more than beautiful ... but the woman staring back at me in the mirror ... isn't me ... it's almost like this was my final surrender ... first my mind is taken and forced to think like a pleasure slave ... then my body was taken ... and made to look like the pleasure slave inside ... I'm not the me I was a week ago ... not in.