A charity darts match was in progress, a group of nun’s were taking on another team. The players were gathered around close as the match was so clos.... For such a small bar the sound was like in a stadium, to me it was horrendous. I ordered a drink and sat down.A player hit a treble twenty followed by a single twenty, his third dart bounced out of the board hitting a nun in the neck. A guy ran up and checked her as she had slumped to the floor.“She’s dead,” the guy shouted.Quick as a flash the. The tip bobbed, looking like a mushroom, beading precum.“It’s wonderful,” Mitsuko said and licked it.“Mitsuko-hime,” panted Sayuri, her eyes wide as she shuddered. “What? How?”“I don’t know how you got a cock.” Yoshiko groaned. The princess’s virgin pussy felt so wonderful against her cock. “I just know you got one. You’re dead. You’re a ghost who’s haunting me. This is your memory. You dragged me into sleep to show this to me for a reason.”“I’m ... dead?” Then she moaned, leaning back as. "Why do you say that?" Why sweetheart, I thought you were quicker on the uptake than that! Didn't you hear Geoffrey's speech? No, probably not, who listens to that windbag? Honeybunch, in a little while longer, no more fucking! Not for you! Not the way men fuck! Hormones will soon wither that stem of yours like a tropical plant in a drought, and then surgery will turn it inside out into a cunt. What's been into cunts becomes a cunt! What fucked gets fucked. There's a sort of poetic. He moves behind the bar- behind her and leans in to smell her red hair and let it fall over his fingers for a few seconds. Suddenly he reaches and grabs a handful of it, YANKING her head back hard. She yelps, but does not stop fucking herself. Her eyes still locked on the smirking man still sitting quietly at his own table across the bar. The bartender, having not met with any resistance goes one step further. Keeping a firm grip on her long red hair with one hand, he reaches with the other and.