...You enter my hotel room dressed in your new white dress with the Humming Birds on, black stockings and high heels and a handbag over your shoulder ...�� “What do you think Daddy, do you like it?” you ask as you walk up and down – I say “Oh yes, very girly – but what slutty underwear do you have on underneath? – you turn your back on me, spread your legs a little and lift up the dress to your waist – before me is a beautiful sight – your legs encased in the black stockings – the white thighs. While I was sucking her nipples wildly she started unbuttoning my shirt and started moving her hands all over my body.Slowly I went down kissed her thighs and sucked her pussy again which was cleanly shaved started sucking her pussy well she held my head tight guiding to suck it well and wrapped her legs then she came top of me removed my shirt and bite my nipples and took the manhood in her mouth again and started to suck it again.Once again, I put my hands on her ass, pressing her towards me;. “Of course, but that will cost you a bruise or two later.”“Ohhh, I hadn’t thought of that. Can you bruise me where it isn’t obvious?”“Maybe, it depends on how well you perform.”“How well I...”“Perform, yes you heard me.”Paul threw a twenty on the bar, nodded his thanks to Terry who gave him a smile that said ‘congratulations on getting lucky, ‘ as she rang up his tab and put the rest in her tip jar.He hailed a cab and once inside endured an awkward moment of silence as they studied one another.. "We went into the office and took some comfortable seats. I said, "Chris, as you may know, though I have inflicted considerable pain and bodily harm to my victims, I have made a point of never killing anyone. I have several reasons for that. The first is that if they are dead, then they no longer feel the pain that I have gone to the trouble to set up. Also, killing would put me on the defensive with the police, and I don't want that if I can possibly avoid it. Third, I am afraid that killing.