Her eyes expressed not just terror, but also the inescapable certainty that she was about to die.I have mastered, over the years, the art of fucking a...girl while strangling her to death. It’s not as easy as it sounds, and even a veteran like me wouldn’t be able to do it with an unbound victim. But with her arms secured behind her back, there was nothing she could do to protect herself, and I continued to pump away at her as my fingers pressed mercilessly into her throat.She really was a great. As she sat asking me more meaningless questions my eyes were like a magnet to her legs, they were so smooth and as she sat typing away at inputting my information I did notice that they parted a little showing off a glimpse of tanned thigh, I sat down briefly so I could get a better look, oh yes, now I got a peek at her white panties. I am sure she saw me and as she got up to look in my ears she widened her legs giving me a clear shot of her panty clad pussy. It happened quickly but my mind. I was asked to sign a chit, and they would keep the bag until the start of the tournament. I waited until Coach Gears arrived and asked him about this requirement. He said that it was standard procedure, so I signed the chit, and they labeled my bag. I inquired about my thermos and snacks. They told me the thermos would be returned at the end of the day. I asked Coach about this. I was going to need water and snacks during the day, especially water, as it was going to be a hot and humid day. I. "Maybe you can go fuck yourself, you miserable old asshole," Ms. Marley said angrily. She slammed the door in his face, bringing his whole fantasy crashing down around him. Ben sighed, and walked down the hall to his own unit. Inside, he poured himself a tall scotch, and sat in his chair. The words kept echoing in his head: "Miserable old asshole."Ben was forty five years old, divorced, and though he was successful by most measures - an accountant at an advertising firm, president of the condo.