I slowed for a moment to allow her to enjoy it fully, while moving over her to kiss those soft lips. Then I began a fast nonstop pace of pumping her l...scious wide open soaked cunt. But after some time of my continue plundering, I was finally felling the need to shoot my saved up load. I tensed up, pushed deep into her wet hole and blew it, filling her pussy with my hot seed. This was what I had wanted to do for such a long time. So instead of wanking myself off from her photos, I was really. She opened the box and found a heavy plastic case. Arching an Eyebrow, Rogue pulled out the plastic case and opened it. Inside was a leather choker and a key fob. She picked it up and looked at it. It was stiff with a liner and there was a finger print reader on the locking tab at the back. Rogue picked up the key fob and spotted a small instruction manual under it.“Self-Control Power inhibition collar, fashion model…” Rogue read as her eyes widened.“It’s so you and you alone are in control of. I was already dead.I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I. And to be honest, it had been almost ... nice. It was the first time I’d been close to her, touched her, since her Joining. She smelled just like I remembered: mint, from that stuff she used on her teeth, and lavender from her shampoo. I’d wanted to kiss her, to take away her pain, to make her see ... but Aedan would have killed me, and I was quite certain the gesture wouldn’t have been welcome anyway. So I treasured the warmth of her little body pressed against my chest, and kept my thoughts.