? To hold a leather belt in my hand and tell her to spread her legs and then bring the belt down time and again until she screams, cries and then cums...incessantly.? Yet, I have never done such a thing, and it lives in my mind and torments my sensibilities.? I do not know if I could beat and whip and torture such a small beautiful creature for my pleasure and desire.? I do not know if her cries would drive me to surrender or drive me to wild abandon as she lay writhing on the bed before me.?. Call David."The knocking came again, louder this time and unmistakably coming from inside the casket. Heart racing, Gwen ran back to the passage and opened her mouth to call out—and the door slammed shut behind her! The tunnel plunged into total darkness. Gwen screamed, pawing for the door, but without any light it was impossible. She cried out: "John? Can you hear me? Push the slab out again. John? John!”John dropped the candlestick, startled. The stone slab it had taken him two minutes to. He makes me feel something, for sure. It isn’t like the normal aura of arousal we’re currently soaking in, and it isn’t just a dose of sexual tension on top of that. I’m not even sure it’s sexual or romantic. Certainly could be, though. Both, neither, one, the other. Simultaneously both and neither. He fills me with confusion. If I recall correctly – and I do – regardless of the occasional craving for a dick I was pretty fucking gay when I got here, yet now I am somehow, quite. .. and skipped any more alcohol as a substitute for breakfast. In fact I cooked enough for three people and ate it all. Then I spent the afternoon packing up everything of Rita's that was left in house and moved it all into the garage. By early evening I was still feeling ambitious and had started to mow the lawn when a police detective finally arrived to formally question me.Officially, I was finally notified that my wife and another man were both found dead in a hotel room under extremely odd.