I want to make you move /because you’re standing still.’ My body feels liquid as I float around the room delighted by the air caressing my bare sk...n. The ghostly words of Finger Eleven’s song seducing my mind and heating my body. I close my eyes and imagine my husband, Tommy, lying on the bed. His eyes hooded with desire, his manhood standing tall with respect, as I move around before him. Feeling giddy at the thought of being watched, I smile to myself and cup my breasts - for Tommy’s benefit.. I grab the bag i prepared a few nights before and head down the stairs. Im afraid hell wake from the loud creeks the wooden floors make. something i used to love about this house is now something i fear. it doesnt feel right. i get to the door but my feet wont move. the click of the lock on the door seems louder than it ever has. Tiffany! i hear him yell behind me. before i could run out the door he grabs my hair and throws me to the stairs. what the fuck do you think your doing? are you. I screamed "Fuck me" and he then shoved that huge dick into my ass and ass fucked me as he finger fucked my cunt. He rammed every inch of that big dick into my ass and was humping me with little mercy till he filled me with his warm cream. He then pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth and I licked the cream off it and then sucked the still hard rod. I knew he wanted to cum again and I was not sure if it would be my ass or cunt this time but I did not care as I do love the taste. It was in the early afternoon, Lucheni approached and stabbed Elisabeth below her left breast with a wooden-handled, four-inch file, the kind used to file the eyes of industrial needles. Badly wounded, she staggered, but nevertheless continued walking, with the support of two other people, intending to board the departing lake steamer. Only after her Lady in Waiting, Countess Irma Sztáray, noticed that Sisi was bleeding, was the Empress carried back to the hotel on a makeshift stretcher. Two.