As I continued to knead her breast, her hand guided mine over her ever increasing bulge, her hot breath in my ear once again asking me if I wanted to ...o back to her place. Without any hesitation, whether due to the over-whelming lust or the intoxication I will never know, I readily agreed and followed her quickly out the door and through the back to her car. It was a short trip mostly occupied with her hand rubbing over my strained cock, desperate to rip through the fabric of my pants.We made. If she survives tonight, I am thinking of having a BBQ tomorrow outat my place. Comeon by, and help me snuff this bitch. I've been getting tiredof her for awhile, and longing to put her on a spit." "Maybe. I'mgonna be busy tonight. How about I call you tomorrow? About noon?" "Fairenough. See ya', hopefully!" Flame and herMaster resumed their walk to the corner where Mistress Sahara sat,with her coterieof followers, admirers, and hangers-on. *** Sahara was alovely woman. She had soft mocha skin,. Because of his size, he had heretofore relied on speed and surprise to overcome his victims. Had any of them been able to react and had any of them previous experience in wrestling or self-defense, his captures would have gone very badly.Instead of her head the stick in his hand struck Sandrine’s right shoulder. It broke off but it left Sandrine’s right arm temporarily paralyzed. She dodged his attempt to follow up and struck him in the chest. When she turned to flee, however, he caught her. In her mind she was now on her back in this imaginary Las Vegas hotel room with a nameless stranger kissing her body, sucking on her nipples, feeling the moist passion between her legs. She fantasized she was completely at this man's will and pretended her fingers were his. As she played with herself, she dreamed about feeling his tongue on her, and then along her labia, and slowly working its way into her pussy. She wet her mouth, getting turned on at the thought of kissing the stranger after.