I wanted them, I wanted to be fucked. Then James turned the vibrator on and I was in heaven. I looked in the mirror and saw this fetish cum slut. It d...dn’t look like me, but they were my tits, my lipstick coated nipples and the feeling of utter pleasure I was getting from the vib was definitely me.I loved the feeling of helplessness. Rob and James’s cocks were only inches from me but I couldn’t touch them. I turned to one of them to suck him but I needed to look at the slutty person sitting in. The Colt .45 with the nickel finish he carried was the only thing not black on the man. In spite of the heat of late spring, the stranger looked cool and collected. ‘Once the trial was over and the sentence passed, Mr. Malone contacted me by telegraph and requested my services,’ the hangman replied. ‘Hell, he didn’t have to hire you. I coulda hung the boy.’ Smalley seemed put out that Mr. Malone would bring in an outsider. ‘I can’t answer to that but I have been hired and I will do my duty.’. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white jersey dress covered me from my chin on down to my feet, and it hid and revealed everything at the same time. I ran my hands down my sides and over my hips, smoothing the material in place. I told the mirror to show me the back view. I gasped in delight as I saw it, for the cheeks and the crack of my butt were clearly delineated by the tightly hugging material. I took the dress off and put my robe back on. Father was in his office. I went into the. Mindy had recently been obsessing over cartoons she’d stumbled across online. They were set in a world where women were regularly cooked and eaten as a normal fact of life. Wives just resigned themselves to their fate when their husbands told them they’d be the main course for a family barbecue. Neighbors would be invited to fuck the wife before she was spitted and put still-alive over a barbecue pit to roast. A few times, Mindy and Tracey had masturbated or licked each other to orgasm viewing.