As Sonia bounced on that cock, I climbed the bed and kissed her deeply.The black guy just opened his eyes and he began to finger my cunt, as he slippe... my tiny thong aside. The feeling was very pleasant; so I decided to let him go until the end…Sonia was now close to get her own orgasm; her breath was heavier and the bouncing on that magnificent hard dick was going faster and harder.I came before Sonia; this fucking guy was really good fingering a pussy.I came down from the bed, just in time. I fear death. I don’t want to be beheaded and have my head roll around gushing blood. Everyone will roar with approval as my head rolls round and round on the executioners platform. What of my oiled body will it twitch and jerk as the sun glistens off it. Will it slump and flail about or spew blood as the blade chops off my head. O Alice I cried what if I shit myself on the executioners platform. I started crying and felt warm piss trickling down between my legs. Alice held me and had me stand. Schmidt dragged the dead men from the upper floor down his steps, their heads bumping on each tread, and then pulled them to the river. One of them, a non-com, had a heavy purse which I gave to the girls to share. On the final trip, he stopped by the fast flowing stream, puffing and red-faced, holding the dead man's feet. "How many iss it you haf killed?" he asked."I didn't count," I told him truthfully."Ten, I think," the fat man said. "You haf killed ten men. You are with blood cofered.". You headed upstairs knowing that you weren’t just going to be giving Craig a blow job. You knew you two were going to have sex.”Jenny quickly went on the defensive, “Wait a minute, you started this whole thing by sticking your cock in Molly’s mouth and cumming down her throat. I recall you were the one who told Craig that I would pay your debt by blowing him.”She was right, I had let Molly blow me and I didn’t stop her. I agreed to let my wife blow my friend as some sort of make-up for my.