It wanted to see her pain, her suffering. The mere thought of it stoked a fire burning inside of him that would have disturbed him had he been his usu...l rational self. All those years of repressing his emotions and dark desires had built a mental dam that burst in spectacular fashion as the beast that dwelled just beneath the surface was finally unchained. Her soft whimper sealed her fate and with savage glee he tore apart her sweats with his bare hands and left her completely nude and. "What? Warren? Oh!" she cried, as his tongue made contact with her pussy. "Oh my God!" He worked his tongue up and down her labia, and then worked in deeper, making contact with her opening."My GOD Warren!" He traced around her lips, and then made contact with her clit. "WOW!" was all she said, as he teased and poked her clit with his tongue. It didn't take long before she stiffened on top of him in her orgasm."Jesus Christ, Warren, if I had known you were that handy with your tongue, I would. I wanted a story and a script rather than just a Fucking Film, if you know what I mean. We came up with the scenario that Chrissy’s fictitious husband owed Steve and me big money from a gambling bet and refused to pay. We knew he was out of town, so went to his home one night and bailed up his wife. The story went that we told Chrissy we were going to film stripping and fucking her, then threaten her husband that we would send the resulting movie to all the couple’s friends and family unless. " Wrapping his arms around me, he grabbed the bag I was filling and began to do it for me. His big hands had tiny little hairs all over the back as he showed me the correct way to squeeze the frosting down the bag. His chin rested on my shoulder as he did it, his arms pinching my busty chest together. Then he squeezed the frosting bag in an unusual way and it oozed back up and onto my chest. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed as his hands continued to squeeze the bag, but moving upwards so that it got on.