I adjusted my cock as I got out of the car, and she smiled as greeted me saying I had great taste in clothing. Once in the elevator she grabbed a hold...of my cock saying how she could not wait. I placed my hands on her beautiful breasts and agreed with her whole heartitly Once inside the door of her apartment she fished out my cock and started to jack me hard. I pulled her top off and started to suck on her tits. She pulled me by my cock towards her bedroom. she sat on the bed working on the. I automatically come in excited state from the ground state then I also started coordinating her in that pleasant act and we badly kisses to each other and started touching her whole body like anythingAnd same activities did from her side too. Now and the smokes became fire and I started squeezing and licking her boobs like a hunger dog. She was even more desperate than me she hold my hand and put my hand under her panty.I touched her pussy it was like iron furnace melting down as my hands. Some men, and even some women, would come say hello in her workshop just to steal a look at her body. Some were lucky to get a little more.Magnolia’s workshop was located right in the heart of town, right behind the local tavern, and across from the town square. It was a small space, just big enough to fit a workbench and a bookshelf. She had two stools by the bench for any customers as well. At the back was ladder leading to an upstairs loft where she lived. There was a bed, and a small. Everywhere he looks, he sees red. Everywhere he looks, he sees blood, the blood of his victims and the blood of his men. His hands are stained forever with their blood. Blood, blood, blood, even when he eats, breathes, and sleeps, he can taste their blood. Too horrific for even him, Mr. macho man, to go through, the memory dead bodies and the stench of burning skin will never leave his nostrils. Feeling as if he’s covered in blood, routinely he takes two showers daily and still, he can’t get.