" If you can quit," he smiled. "I have done this with women before. They get so hooked on the excitement of the game they can't quit. They always play...just one more time until they get the bullet."Sally shuddered at the thought. Still. . . still, she knew she had to play. At least once. She had to know how good this sexual experience really was."All right," she said. "I will play this game. At least once. Just promise me you won't kill me the first time," she laughed."But I can't promise you. The Snake’s Eyes could be closed but that doesn’t mean they aren’t waiting for their next meal. She sighed softly and looked back onto the road in front of her. The yellow strips skipping under her headlights. She pushed the tape of Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here into the tape deck and glanced back at The Professor, hoping he was asleep and wouldn’t hear the music being played. She hummed along softly, looking at the signs as they passed – wondering why they were traveling into Indiana.. ”An image came to mind of how she’d looked as she used the rubber cock on her body, a mental picture in lewd, vivid colour and clarity which brought lust bubbling up inside me.“I will,” I said, not knowing if I would or wouldn’t.“Why?”“Because of what you did.”“Please don’t,” my mother murmured.Time stretched elastic as it all went through my head: her adultery, cuckolding my father, her body and how desperate I’d been to touch her. I thought about how I’d wanted to take Caspar’s place.“I. Or even worst, it might getugly if it ended. Their difference and quirks were exciting but woulddrive each other nuts. And they enjoyed seeing the other people in theirlives. So though there were times one or the other would question it,they knew they were much better as friends. Besides, they enjoyed theidea of being able to show up at the other's door at 2 AM (or whenever)when the urge hit them.Gianna was listening to Pete going on about a new restaurant she neededto try when she noticed a.