She was like putty, just breathing heavily, head still pulled back. He could feel the tremors in her body and pussy, and he was just slowly fucking he..., without urgency, more to keep his dick warm than anything else. He gave her a few moments to calm down, then undid the rope holding her head and arms together.She remained bent over the sofa, arms now to her sides, head down. She was slowly pulling her arms under her, getting the feeling back, while starting to recover and realize he was still. Then, her left arm was raised so that it rested at a 90-degreengle to her side, and an incision was made under the left armpit according to the newfangled Eckels-Genung method. The appropriate arteries were found, raised and carefully incised, and needles were inserted to drain the blood and inject embalming fluid. The assassinated Duchess of Hohenberg lay quiet, utterly inert, pliant and unresistant, throughout this process, as did her husband.As the embalming fluid pumped into Sophie's killed. I needed to try to make sense of the shocking reality I had walked in on.I slipped out of my heels and quietly moved to the living room to see this, trying to remain a fly on the wall. I didn't want to witness my husband in the act of homosexuality, yet I needed to."Oh God, your cock feels so good in my ass," my husband Jack moaned.I heard a smack on his ass just as I reached the entrance to the living room to hear the other man reprimand, "Do sissy sluts have asses?" Sorry, sir," Jack. I didn't understand the words exactly and I was prepared to leap anyway, but the man seemed to stagger suddenly and for just a second or two I wondered if he'd been shot. It was merely surprise though, shock perhaps and he was still holding his rifle, still pointing it at me, but looking confused and plainly unwilling to leave himself defenseless in front of some naked and obviously crazed girl."Put the rifle down or I will shoot you!" the voice said and I looked to see another man, dressed in.