It throbbed painfully with each touch, needing so badly to release the sperm from his balls, but not able to because of the tightly stretched lasso ar...und the base. His torture continued as she lowered herself and took the painfully engorged head of his man tool into her sweet tight vaginal canal. The textures of her flesh were so over stimulating; he strained to push farther in, but could not, his belted body unable to move. She taunted him, holding herself perched with only the head. I had the means to stop anything that I wanted. That was not in my plan. I had Ebola, Super strains of chicken pox and Measles; I had Ricin and other pathogens on my island. I was not targeting my own. I was targeting those who had killed my parents. Harbored the terrorists and allowed them to do what they did on 9/11/2001. I walked along with the chatter of the reporters in the background like a sing-song of night bugs behind me. I ignored them all. The gag prevented them from photographing my. “Hello, my name is Erik Miller, I run this inn and the farm out back.”Brad shook the man’s callused hand and said, “Pleasure to meet you, my name is Brad Johnson, my car broke down and is getting repaired. I think I will only need to stay tonight and tomorrow night.”Erik smiled and called out, “Grace, show Mr. Johnson here his room.” The young woman smiled and extended her hand, Brad took it and followed her. As they walked up the stairs, all Brad could do was stare at Grace’s ass.Finally, they. She hung up the blue suit jacket and the light behind her silhouetted her breasts through a plain white silk blouse. The snap at her hip was loosened and the skirt fell to the floor and I watched as she retrieved it and hung it in the closet. The blouse followed and she was standing in a full white slip with lace at the top and bottom. I think it was that moment when I fell completely in love with my mother. I mean not like motherly love. I mean full blown love. I just adored the creamy.