Christmas morning I get up. I was going to lounge around until thisafternoon when I visit my family. But I decide to dress. I pick out ablouse and ...kirt. The skirt is a pencil skirt. It has a narrow waist.I need to lace my corset extra tight to get the skirt on. I add blackpumps. I hadn't intended to do a full makeup, but when I looked in themirror it just looks incomplete. So I take off the blouse, and sit downand to do my hair and makeup. My nails are still red from last night.I. You don't have to make it worse for him." The fucker owes me," the assailant said, as he held his victim up above the ground by his throat. "I've been looking for this cunt for years. The fucker's only getting what he always had coming." It's not right. Put him down. Let him die in peace." Don't fucking tell me what to do, you cunt," said Roland's unwelcome guest. He slammed his victim's face several times against the wall. A pitiful whine accompanied the first few impacts. He was then dropped. He had the most tremendous climaxes when he was with her, not just once but several times in one session. Their lovemaking was so passionate that at times he felt that he would die of pleasure and be glad to die in such a way. Her mouth and tongue played games around his shaft, balls and ass and even when she was not there the thought of what they could do brought glistening drops of pearl like precum to the tip of his shaft as it stood out proud and demanding in it’s urgency to be satisfied. . "I said, don't move?" he suddenly whispered close to her ear, but she could hear a smile in his voice."Yes? Sir?"She hardly dared to breathe when the razorblade scraped over her most sensitive flesh. She knew that his shaving her was probably safer than she doing it herself, but it still was unnerving."There?" he said smiling as he wiped the now smooth patch of skin with a smile. "Perfect now?"Again, his hands roamed over her ass and she could feel his thumb follow the crack of her ass, pushing.