Quickly I located our cuffs and blindfold that we had hidden beside our bed. I ran back down the long hallway and turned the corner to the living room... where she was already waiting, bare. Her legs open, showing me her smooth slit, with an almost pulsating clit.Our couch was actually a futon, so it had bars running in all directions. Making her raise her hands, I had put cuffs on in a way that her palms would be stuck on the back of her head. The blindfold fit on her, she said in a low. The one thing she lived for was to be able to see him dead. She preferred to have it a very slow, messy death with lots of blood and suffering. She had her reasons. Good reasons. Closely held and never spoken about to anyone. Normally Holly would be in a hotel room with some older man who had paid a rather hefty sum of money in advance to be with a very beautiful ninteen year old prostitute, even if she did have a couple of years experience under her belt. She had irritated Daddy Blue a few. Although people do travel to do races. I traveled to Las Vegas to do my half marathon because it was a fun and unique experience to run on the Strip.”(Author note: the 5K ending with a high-five from Chuck Norris is a real thing: https://www.runnersworld.com/news/a25992522/chuck-norris-5k/)“Yeah, no, I don’t want to do that.”“Okay, so next is, obviously, when it’s scheduled. You don’t want to sign up for one that starts at 2:00 in the afternoon in the middle of August.”“Don’t most of them. Your are my slave. You are nothing but a subject of lust and perverted sexuality. THIS IS YOUR SEXUALITIY – you want to be a subject, a nothing, a piece of raw abusive flesh, nothing else but a a****l farm.I take one of the spiders out of the box. Your perfect shining wet and lutful pussy opens wired. The lips are swollen as I used a vacuum-pump to make them huge and fleshy. The spider moves its eight legs, I show you the little a****l. Now I take it and sit it on your pussylips…it crawls, runs.