Then he opened the envelope, took out the sheets of paper, and read what was written there in my father's hand. When he finished reading, he folded th... sheets of paper, put them back in the envelope, and handed it back to me. I held my breath as I took it from him. Again he looked me over from head to toe, and disgust filled his eyes."Please, don't look at me like that," I whispered.In silence he moved off the other side of the bed, walked around it and made his way into the bathroom. I. And so you can remember how it is, to be like this with me."She smiled at me and pulled her shoulders back, displaying her breasts to me. "I see .. yes, of course. You can look at me all you want!" She coyly looked at me from the corner of her eyes. "I'm glad you find me good to look at!" Oh yes," I agreed as I took another sip of cold coffee. "Very good to look at. Very good to touch, to kiss, to excite." I met her eyes. "And I hope, I think, that maybe you enjoyed our little game. It makes no difference to him which one of us he gets to fuck, as long as he gets his dick into a wet and waiting cunt. As I said, a dog is the ultimate in male chauvinism. I feel Dana’s embrace tighten as he begins lapping at her. Her breathing gets heavier and deeper as his tongue assaults her pussy. I know every feeling and sensation she is experiencing from here on; the torturously pleasurable ecstasy that is enveloping her. I know from here it is like one prolonged orgasm; there are highs. Slicing up further with my knife, I cut between her breasts and pull the flesh away revealing her ribcage.This part is delicate, since I want her to survive as long as possible and feel as much pain as possible before she dies. Using a heavy pair of shears, I begin to crack her sternum, carefully avoiding touching her heart. I can't count how many girls I lost too soon before I mastered this step.Of course I complete it flawlessly and pull away her ribs to reveal her still beating heart. As she.