She wore a classic black sheath dress, fitted perfectly and split at one side almost to her thigh. Shiny black patent leather high heels, elaborately ...esigned with several thin straps wrapped around her ankles, accenting the smooth legs underneath. Her hair was loosely swinging from her shoulders as she walked, a textured blend of chestnut, pecan and redwood, with a touch of gold that – like a kiss of sunshine among trees – caught the light of the chandeliers hanging from above. The two knew. ”“She wouldn’t be able to breathe when I was done with her, I would fill her throat with cum while I held my thumb so tight around her neck.”They were vile, but at the same time, she felt herself feeling almost turned on. Not that she would particularly like any of those things to happen, but just the thought alone that people were saying those things. She kept on scrolling through the server, starting to rub her thigh subconsciously with her hand not currently occupied by her mouse. A channel. Well thatparticular weekend I had arranged to go to Monifieth to visit myUncle as my Aunt was to be away. I couldn't miss have my Uncle allto myself so instead of doing my Homework I went to Monifieth. I hada fantastic time and seeing as my Aunt was away I slept in my Uncle'sbed with him. I loved waking up in the morning to find my Unclebeside me all naked, specially when I found out he usually woke upwith a hard on. That weekend we had sex all over the house and bythe time I went home my. I was feeling so comfortable with him. There was just something about him, and I was so fucked up...Ricky asked what my fantasies were when I masturbated. "Obviously, your wife wasn't in them", he properly observed. I lied and told him I fantasized about Wendy, my youngest step-daughter's best friend. I don't why I lied, Dear Diary, I guess I was afraid that if he knew my favorite fantasy was of being a totally submissive gay bottom. Of being bound and humiliated by a man. Brutally raped both.