Not being married gives a man the freedom of choice, I suppose. Back to Liz, we had been going for about ten minutes and Liz had gone through another...orgasm. After that last one she kept my cock in her deep, not coming up she just ground her pussy on my groin, she thrust her hips back and forth. Another five minutes later she said, “Oh yes, here it is again. Thank you god, yes, yes, yes.” She ground hard, her hips slowly ran back and lurched forward, her body trembled. I was going to blow. Then she would fasten her hands. Once the lid came down it would trap the bars to complete her restraint. Only then would the next phase of her death begin. She lay in fitted foam covered in satin, the same feel that a corpse would experience, if it could. She wondered if it would be her last contact as well. She fumbled in the darkness to secure her wrists. She had practiced doing it without the coffin but with her eyes closed. Somehow this was different. Her hands hadn't. We chat for a while then I inch my skirt up so he can have a good look. he returns the favour and I get to see his thick hard cock in a skimpy pair of black lace knickers. the ladyboy on screen is touching her cock and we are now both rock hard. I reach over and cup his balls in his panties, giving them a gentle squeeze and then put my hand over his bulge feeling his hard dick. I feel a squirt of precum leak out into my panties. its now time to get rogers throbbing cock out so I slip it out of. Then about 2 weeks before the con I sent copies to our lawyer, and then to Mr. Cummings the game publisher. I told him I would be at the next convention, and we could meet there if he wanted to discuss things further.On Friday I was finishing my homework prior to our date that night, and the phone rang. It was Mr. Cummings, and he said he and his editor went over the adventure and thought it was fantastic. They had written up some editorial comments and he could give it to me at the convention..