Add some purring.Penelope does just that.The executioner grins. “Keep this between you and me, but I have fucked each one before I stuffed them.”E...w... “We’re they still alive?” Penelope asks, though she really doesn’t want to hear the answer.The man shakes his head. “Not a single one.”“Why is that?” she asks, trying not to cringe.That’s just gross.“They were too resistant and I’m not a man that forces myself on them,” the executioner says. “It’s easier when they’re dead.”There’s our. "I hope you are ready for the fucking of your life, 'cos that outfit is making me really hard," he said and lowered his other hand onto my arse."I am always ready," I replied.He kissed me again, longer this time, his hands groping my arse then sliding up my body to my neck, and then back again. I was breathless as he continued to kiss me, his hands going under my dress and stroking me again and again. He finally stopped and I caught my breath."Where is your bedroom?" he asked.I was barely able. She went to speak with Simpson, then went to talk to some of the road deputies. Simpson sat alone. He drank two beers then left.By eleven o'clock the party was down to the slightly chubby young blond Osborn, the older and less attractive Ruth a female road deputy, Detective Letter the vice officer and me the Sheriff. I put a damper on the party, so I wasn't surprised they wanted to leave early as well.Osborn left but came back a few minutes later. "I decided I wasn't ready to go home after. She licks her lips, nodding slightly, her sign for pleasure. I unzip my jeans, pulling my rock hard cock out of my pants, seeing her eyes locked on my thick cock. Undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my jeans, so she can see my whole cock, I curl my fingers around my thick cock, slowly stroking it, looking at the outline of her sensuous nipples.Ive awoke the queen, as she slowly pulls the cord holding her robe closed. I feel a gasp come from me, as her robe opens. Near heart attack level, my heart,.