. she was treated like a child’s toy to be dressed as others saw fit ... a doll to be dressed ... a flesh doll.The slim black thong had been slipped...onto her so that she was aware of it cupping her high mound but revealing her ass cheeks. A black satin bra held her breasts; it wasn’t designed for comfort but to emphasize her figure. The cups were under wired and lifted and pressed her big breasts into greater prominence than normal. The dresses’ plunging neckline revealed twin curves of bulging. She had watched her husband go to the spit yesterday and heard his screams of pain while he was roasted alive seemingly for hours. Now, with both of her loved ones gone, her mind was now quite entirely undone by grief. When Boyle came to cut her bonds and lift her out to freedom, in her madness she did not recognize his kindly round race in the dark, but instead just saw another Boar-Man, coming now for her. She screamed at the top of her lungs the cries of a woman who has seen the terrors of. He kissed my shoulder very gently with his lips. He was really caressing my body while he fucked me from behind…“Cum for me, Anita” He begged me, breathing a little heavy again.“I’m almost there, daddy, just keep fucking me, don’t stop.” I answered.He moved his hand from my breast down to my mound and he started stimulating my clit while he continued ramming my wet pussy.“Oh my… I’m cumming daddy. Please, do not stop!” I screamed loudly.I cum hard and my pussy juice gushed out of my pussy with. He went home and jacked off again with visions of her. Finally on Thursday morning his phone rang with her name in caller ID. “Hello Amanda.” “Hi (long pause), Mr. A (Another long pause), I was wondering if we could meet Saturday night?” “Are you sure you want to? This time will be much different.” “I know and yes I would still like to.” “That is wonderful. Between now and Saturday I have several assignments for you. I am going to send you a text message with links to several websites. I expect.