“We need to burry this girl, Moe. And when we’re done, you’re going to give me an explanation.” * * * With Mona’s direction, Moe found a foo... crate in the basement. Mona cleaned the crate and lined it with a piece of plum-colored velvet cloth from her sewing basket. Nailing the lid shut was one of the hardest things Moe had ever done. That is, up until he had to dig a six foot hole in the back corner of Mona’s yard. “Under the weeping willow,” she told him. In Moe’s eyes, shroud-tailors skipped. As the pain subsided, the pleasure began to mount in a familiar way, and Mary found herself moaning and grunting with enjoyment. It was a unique feeling, a sort of pressure spreading out from her tender arse and throughout her lower abdomen and pussy. The fact that she was bound and helpless, unable to play with herself, only added to the experience. Erica was watching delightedly as the thick shaft slid in and out of Mary’s arse, the ring of her anus stretched almost obscenely to accommodate. One room has a clerk who inputs computerized records of what each applicant did on his or her last day of life.The first applicant of the day explains that his last day was not a good one. "I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed. She claimed she had just gotten out of the shower. Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too. I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover."I went onto the balcony of our 9th floor apartment. Surprisingly she had a stronger sex drive than me, and about once a week she would masturbate during her lunch hour at work. She would describe in detail about sneaking off to rub her craving pussy either in a bathroom stall, basement conference room, or in her car at a nearby park. Hearing her talk about her weekly masturbation sessions often inspired my imagination and got me masturbating in different places and ways, which would then give me a good story to share with her.We would usually.