Now the real game started. She packed up her .223 rifle, snapped the case shut, strapped her gear-bag to her back and made her exit. She had chosen a ...ooftop overlooking the square. She descended the stairs and entered the elevator. The assassin was counting the seconds in her head. It would take approximately 10 for the involved people to realise what had happened. The first thing they would do is mobilise the special ops unit, then they would phone the cops. She sighed inwardly. The Police.. Later that day I get home from work and as I'm getting out of my car in the driveway Rosemary pulls up, I wave and she gets out and grab a couple of bags and says "Hi" to me, she then ask if I had plans for the evening being that we both were home alone; I said No that I was just planning on having a drink or so and hitting the bed. She said fine and then ask if I would to join her for that drink later after I settled in, I said OK and headed in showered and grab a quick bite. It was getting. If Michael wanted me for what I understood, then as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I would have to get them to leave while I stayed to confront him. He said I was condemned, and to me that meant someone would try to execute me. Michael was in the perfect position to do just that. Why he hadn't already was curious but didn't alleviate my anxiety.I had too many questions though to just jump into a fight with a total stranger. How did he know me? Why was I condemned? Why was he being so. . He undressed me and started to dominate me in every way possible. Started to deepthroat me till I gagged and sometimes I was about to throw up. My eyes got teary. He slapped on my face. he pulled my hair and let me walk on my fours like a dog while his cock in my mouth. He pushed to the ground and put his feet on my head. He always kept calling me "sissy", "bitch" or "faggot". He pushed his toes into my mouth and made me lick and kiss his feet. He let me lie down on bed on my back and fucked.