Shrieking he cried out into the gag, bucking not able to controlhimself, not knowing it made it worse. He knew there could be no doubt he wasbleeding....She started to fuck him as hard as she could, with as much speed andforce as she could muster. Reaching down , when at long last the dildo began toslider easier, to keep him going with pain she crushed his balls in her hand,causing even louder whimpers from him. Feeling this power over him, this sadisticsatisfaction she could make him screams for. " He was right. It did.The Judge also gave me the name of the mobster I shot on the dock. Karma must really be a bitch, because it was one of the same guys I killed in the hangar during that first attack, when the FBI agent tried to shoot me. Hearing his name out of the blue like that set me back for little while, but I clung to my motto: 'If you lie down in the mud, you'll get dirt on you, ' and he did.Jim and Colleen created my trust, and the US Government lived up to their end of the. "Come in", I said flatly. "You have to finish what you started, but not on the porch"."Go to your bedroom", I said.She complied.Once inside I stripped down and laid on the floor."Take all of your clothes off", I commanded.As she peeled off the clothing her beauty was revealed.I had stroked my cock back to full erection while watching her strip.She was gorgeous, with nice tight nipples and small areola, and a cutely trimmed bush with just a whisp of hair leading to her clit."Come fuck your. I am wearing a short, tight dress of red silk. It has a plunging neckline, which clings to every curve, and shows my firm, full breasts to their best advantage. I chose red because that is the color of whores, sluts and cunts. I will be all of those to Him, and more. The meeting is to take place in the hotel around the corner from my house. At 8pm sharp, my phone rings. I pick it up and hear, “482”. It is Him. The One who’s voice can simultaneously, thrill me, terrify me, hypnotize me,.