Moving a chair next to the bed, he sat down and smiled down at her. Gently removing a strand of hair from her face he shook his head once again and be...an. Carefully he picked up her hands tying her wrist with a red silk scarf and did the same to the other tying them together above her head and to the head board with another scarf.He waited to see if she would wake. She had begun to move a little but soon returned to the deep sleep she had begun in. He moved onto her legs which were slightly. Magazine and storage units had shotgun bullets stationed in each holder. He wore a badge that had written ‘SOP Colonel Samael Mort’, somewhat faded by time. A grin spread across his face like the scar on his right cheek. He made it to the warehouse doors and, as if by serendipity, and sauntered inside. The loud music concealed the screams and shots of what happened inside. THUMP! THUMP! Shots rang out for fifteen minutes. THUMP! THUMP! The doors and base of the warehouse trickled with blood.. I knew I wanted to suck them, so I knelt and began to taste her. I kissed her pussy lightly and blew on it, and she thrashed on the bed covers. She tasted of salt and something like the description on a package of some smooth afternoon coffee it didn't look like I was going to get today: sweet and inviting with smoky notes and a hint of mystery. I would savor her. I would drink her in. “Beg slut, “ I told her. “Be a good bitch and beg.” To be fair, she was pretty insensible by now, but it helps. She was cheerful and energetic. And she didn’t seem to notice or care that Sullivan did not fit with the crowd. It began to dawn on Sullivan that this girl was special. Normally in this situation Sullivan might be nervous and allow his mind to think negative thoughts such as: ‘this won’t last long’, or ‘she just likes me because I’m a jock’. Instead Sullivan felt genuine acceptance from her, and he was truly enjoying this time as exceptional. But that great feeling changed when he caught the.