She slowly walks over with the drinks, trying not to spill a drop, breasts shaking softly in rhythm with her steps. Joy gives the boys a real eyeful, ...ending down to place the glasses on the table.“You better not be bullshitting me, Jack. The Elms really need that cash.”Joy bends over in front of Jack as she places his ale on the table, his huge hands grope her curvy bum.“Joy, honey. We’ve had a little chat between us and we think we have a great proposition for you.”“Oh yeah, and what’s. Her favorite fantasy was hanging. The prisoner's arms were bound behind theirback in their cell. Then they had to walk up the 13 steps and stand on the trapdoor. Their legs were tied tightly. There was no escape at this point. Whateverthe hangman was going to do couldn't be stopped. The blindfold. The hood.Finally, the noose lowered over her head, around her neck, and tightened. Shestruggled, desperate to free her hands and remove the noose before the trapdoor opened, but her arms were bound. But I’m sure you already knew that.”“What do you mean? I just met him yesterday.”“Oh, I thought that you knew each other. I remember seeing your name on an appointment reminder for Mr. Wilcox.”“When was this?”“Last year, right after Mr. Wilcox found the body.”When she mentioned Percy finding a body, I thought I might find out more about Jake’s murder. “Body, what body?” I asked.“There was an old hermit that had been killed in a hunting accident. Mr. Wilcox was on an inspection tour when he. I open the sliding door but kept the blinds closed so I could listen to the ocean as I concentrated on the pulsations within my pussy. It had never had so much attention and its lips never felt fuller. As I laid back on the couch enjoying my 2nd bloody mary of the morning my fingers began to instinctively explore my still cum filled pussy. Feeling his seed inside me only made my clit begin to engorge and heart beat race. I closed my eye as I began to masturbate in earnest. As my climaxes came.