Simon loves to makemen scream in agony. And I want to disfigure that pretty body of yours.?I want to hear what your tits sound like whenI cut them off...and they make a lovely wet splashing noise as they land on thefloor, I want to hear you when you feel me deep inside your cunt, probing youwith my electric toys or ripping your womb out with a nice shiny meat hook.?I like it, Sally.?I don?t want you to die, but unfortunately thegames I play will kill you.?Until then, you are just a lovely. The guy behind me began really fingering me hard, first my pussy then my ass, which got me soggy. He began fucking my pussy and he had more girth than the previous guy. It felt great, I came and he didn't waste any time in going straight to my ass. He fucked it just as hard. “Your husband wouldn’t approve of this, would he?” he asked.I muttered, “No,” and let him really fuck me while slapping my ass. He fucked me so hard, I could barely keep the cock in front of me in my mouth. “I’ve been. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SLAVE?!" I stopped zipping and looked up. I saw the very image that had luredme in the ad. Mistress was dressed in a tight, formfitting black vinyl bodysuit, matching shoulder length gloves, and thigh high blackboots with impossible heels. Her vibrant red locks were now hanging freely down her back, and even with the domino mask covering her eyes, the look on her face made the wicked makeup seem all the more vile. Her legs were spread wide, and her balled. "Wish she'd find her a man more your age but in better shape."Charlotte, unhappy with her mother's un-widowly behavior, had gone over to Williamsburg where the American army was gathering and where young Mr. Cartwright was, I assume, practicing law or whatever he did. She was leaving as I arrived and barely waved at me in passing. Charlotte married him as soon as the war was finally over in '83 and settled down to be at least as domestic as her mother, who never married again but was seldom.