On the Thursday I rushed home and changed into a smart casual set of jeans, T-shirt and open-toed slingback sandals, changed my earrings for a more gl...ttery pair, and applied a couple of sprays of my favourite fragrance. Just before I pulled the shirt on, I unsnapped my bra and dropped it in the washing basket. I often go unfettered outside work, and I told myself I’d done it purely for the sake of comfort. Then, before Peter returned from his work, I slipped back out, butterflies in my tummy.. Also, I saw your dick in those films, and I just want to see it live."Then, I un-zipped my fly and showed it to her, then, she put it to her non-existent breasts, and started to rub it, looked up at me and asked:"Can I suck your cock?"With that, I dropped trou and let her at my dick in public.Suddenly, without any coaxing, she started to lick up and down the shaft, and tickling my balls with the tip of her tongue, once again, she moved back up to the tip, only this time she put the tip into her. So death is the most probable outcome of this fantasies.In scenarios were you captured enemy you[G1] used them sexually, until their minds and bodies were broken, after which you[G2] sexually interrogated and tortured them, until they broken and told you all their secrets, after which[G3] bound them and used them as breeders for village, for years, until they bodies broken, after which[G4] write inyou dispatched them. Through, in some scenarios you actually managed to turn an enemy to serve. Saying to use more force, to not let go. My free hand becomes greedy. Its appetite for your body, ceaseless. Fingers roll along your nipples and squeeze. My hand is around your throat, not to choke, but to hold you steady during each deep thrust. My palm runs along your spine, up and down, nails dragging along that beautiful pale canvas. I've created an atlas you will conceal with clothes later on; a living map that tells of our secret time here. Part of me wants to say how much I've missed and.