This is simple enough. I, in my capacity as trial judge for this special court of justice, hereby sentence all of you to death by firing squad. Mayor ...rliss, select a detachment of your citizens to carry out the sentence as immediately as possible. In the meantime, each of the accused are to be held without bail in the city jail pending execution. May God have mercy on your souls. Take them away,” I added that last bit, mostly as a reminder to God that I figured out why he sent me there.“I know. (No, it never came to that. I wouldn't have minded if it did.) For at least a month, though, nothing happened.But then my friend and his girlfriend started having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that something was up when she started texting me more often and about more personal things. She would ask me things like, "Are you still hooking up with that girl Carol? She doesn't even swallow!" or she'd tell me how long it's been since she'd been fucked ("It's been. Emily came from a middle-class home, was intelligent and all around a normal teenage girl. I met her at a party and asked for her phone number, shortly after we began to date. After several average dates and phone calls we began to kiss and grope each other behind closed doors. One night in my parents attic we were making out, I was rubbing her breasts and dry humping her slightly when I took her hand in mine and placed it on my crotch. I didn't say a word - unzipped my pants and placed her. What a rush.We disengage, give each other deep french kisses and get ourselves together, dress and prepare to go back to our seats.But I am not done with you yet – I turn you towards me, drop to my knees and begin to kiss your thighs, the smell of our sex making me so excited and desperate to taste you.I kiss and lick my way to the tops of your stockings, relishing the feel of your bare flesh at the top of your thighs.I move my lips closer to your knickers, and I can sense the change in.