That's it. Keep doing that. Milk my cock. It increases my sensation and improves your quality as a piece of ass." The more he speaks of me as if I'm s...me kind of whore the hotter I get. He keeps working my asshole and my snatch with his fingers as his thrusts increase in speed and depth. The slap of his hips against my flesh, the liquid pop and squish of a dick sliding in and out of a sopping wet beaver, my own scent and the scent of his musky cologne, all mingle with the heat of the room to. Marie was also boss by desire and strength of will. Marie was sixteenth and a half, going on thirty-four and a half! This was the Marie Jesse bumped into on New Year's Eve in Naw'lins.When Marie told him to get in, Jesse first handed Marie into the carriage where she sat in the rear facing front seat. Then he hesitated.Marie repeated her command, "Get in, I want you to come with me. I know you felt what I did there at the store. Our meeting was meant to be and I want to talk with you, get to. A second later, she exploded, covering her legs and belly with blood and half-cooked bits of flesh. Fresh blood pulsed out from between her legs and flowed down her belly, covering her upside-down torso and breasts, quickly quenching those twin fires before cascading down to be split by her chin into two dark rivers that traveled up each side of her face and into her hair.Frank knelt down in front of his dead wife, his trousers around his ankles, and stared at her ruined, blood-soaked body as. I startedcrawling towards her. She whispered, "The girl goes on the bottom." Withthat, I laid down. She took my arms and positioned them above my head. Ihadn't noticed the handcuffs before, but I certainly noticed one now, asshe cuffed my right hand to the headboard. The look on my face must havebeen panicked and I was about to say something when she put her finger onmy red lips. "Shhhh... It's ok, Amanda. I won't hurt you. Just trust me."I relaxed and let her cuff my other arm. With a wicked.