A psycho. And those people would be right, it's true. I am all of those,and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just...because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were.She wasn't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue eyes and small, child breasts. She was an ebony. Her breathing was already heavier, and from the first, that breathing had always been my chief signal of how far on she was.I had slid my fingers deeper into the delicious wetness of her, when she suddenly broke the kiss, looked up at me with wide impassioned eyes, that showed some surprise. “Jack, something’s pushing into my thigh.” As she said that she was raising her head to look down our bodies, so I looked down too, already becoming aware of an almost forgotten stirring in my groin.It was. I looked around at the rest of the guys in the room. Some were laughing, others were making side bets. I had a bad feeling about this suddenly but it was too late to say anything. I picked up the cards and dealt the first three cards off the top to her.Mary Beth picked up the cards and slowly she shuffled them in her hands, faces down. She did this for several seconds and the raised the cards to look at them. She slowly, so slowly, spread them apart until she could see all of the cards. She. " No fooling this lady, and yes, I enjoyed the satin covered wet camel toe at face level. I inhaled deeply and got a good whiff of female musk, my cock twitched with the recognition. I hope she taste as good as she smells. She turned quickly and her butt almost knocked my glasses off. She unlocked another door and let me step by. Again she locked the door, guess I was her prisoner, hope the interrogation is with us both naked. She poured me a glass of vodka, and one for herself. Have a seat, I.