She was busy doing something else and all of sudden “here’s your next gift darling” and she had pushed her panties into my mouth and kicked me a...ay and said “now get me you idiot”“Pervert stop smelling my panties and get more from me you asshole”She is getting hotter and Horney. I was about to remove my blindfolds.She shouted “hey don’t you want to play the game…”“These many days you were watching me now catch me and enjoy u dickhead”My dick was getting harder and harder and I removed my dress.. You now move from my nipples all way down to my clit. You spread my legs and start to rub my clit while licking my sweetness. I like to see you on your knees and you have me moaning really loud now. Your cock is so hard you can't stand it anymore you want to feel yourself inside me. So you pull off your pants and I can see how hard you are now. I grab your cock and guide it into my pussy. You tease me for a moment with it but you can't resist my hot wet lips. So you shove your cock into to me. He grabbed my nipple on my left teat, lifting it and pulling it further forwards, bringing more tit meat through the hole. He did the same on the right, till both jugs were hanging out of the fence.He took the marker from my mouth, and I felt cool strokes across my tits, the marking out of words, but I didn’t know what they said. He wrote something on each and I heard a muffled laugh afterwards.He lifted one of the muffs from my ear, told me to be a good girl, and he would return in one hour.. Then the casualties began to appear: rows of corpses, sometimes mutilated beyond recognition, which left me nauseous and unable to face an evening meal. Many nights I sat outside my hut staring at the sky and smoking knowing that a young man or woman that I had been talking to, making friends with, would never be back to finish our conversation. I began to feel the pain of loss and yet almost immediately I found I was becoming accustomed to it, it was such an impersonal way to die because you.