The pain in my hand and ankles is nothing compared to the fear I’m experiencing. ‘Please, you said you loved me.’ I manage. He sighs softly. ‘... still love you, but this is the only way I can be free of you. You brought this on yourself. I told you that you would always belong to me, didn’t I?’ he asks softly. I nod, sobbing freely now. He holds my head by my hair to keep me still and makes a neat slice, from ear to ear. I cough, feeling the pain and my blood leaving. He kisses my lips once. She felt embarrassed, feeling everyone knew she was being drawn to a man not her husband, that they would think her a slut, a wanton woman, and she straightened her spine, took hold of her desire and embraced her lust. Who cares what they think, she thought. I will have him. Jealous, she thought, they are jealous of me for having this chance, this opportunity, this risky and unforeseen pleasure. I am wanton, and horny, and desirable, and oh, I want this man inside me, in my, my...she struggled,. ’ He grinned and took a healthy bite. ‘How does it taste?’ she asked. Without skipping a beat between bites he replied, ‘I like it’ with an appreciative smile. It was a delightfully quiet breakfast, save for a brief discussion about some books they’d both read. Paul looked at his phone a few times and seemed concerned, but also didn’t want to be rude and leave. Sensing this, Emily stood and started clearing her dish, almost immediately Paul got up as well. ‘Why don’t you go turn on the news,. It does look hard to resist.” She stepped into the room and closed the door and I could see where she wanted to go, which excited me greatly, being able to fuck a crazy hot 22 year old Latina with perfect DD size boobs.“You know Jennifer,” Maria continued. “If I had done it, wouldn’t be ashamed at all. I don’t think you should be ashamed.”“But I could get arrested or something…and more importantly, it’s incest.” Aunt Jennifer argued.Maria almost laughed. “Who cares if it’s incest as long as.