She was one of the only girls I fucked that basically required a date before fucking, and this night was to be no different. I brushed my teeth, put o... some fresh deodorant, and new cloths and went to pick her up. I don’t really remember our “date” but it involved dinner, drinking, and not much else. I was always in a hurry to end the “date” and get back to the house for the after dinner treat. After the night was over we were back at my place by 10 or so. I wasn’t really in the mood to. ”But she cut him short.“Did she beg Halfgan?” Halfgan paused and tilted his ruined face up.“What?” He asked, confused.“Your stepdaughter. Did she beg you to stop when you raped her? Did she beg you not to hurt her? Did she beg for her life before you strangled her to death?!” Silence fell like cloak around them as the corpse rose to his knees then in a dry whisper.“Yes.”Halfgan tilted his head as if considering something.“Yes she begged. It was sweet and I felt so powerful.”The woman stepped. “Your skin is so dry, Mr. Jameson that I’ll need to put some moisturizing lotion on it so my hands won’t bruise you.” She poured some oil in one hand and reached under the sheet, starting at my knee. She used both hands, pulling, pushing and kneading the leg, working her way up my body.When she was ready to work on my upper thigh, she applied more oil to one hand, lifted the sheet and slapped her hand on my upper thigh. It didn’t hurt, but it splashed some of the oil on the crotch of my boxers.. But of course she’s not anymore, and the change in her ownership doesn’t seem to bother her at all. She pulls my face against her smooth, sweet pussy and clamps those strong, soft thighs tight around my head. I realize that I can barely breathe, and I know what I have to do, humiliating as it is, I’m not in a bargaining position, so my tongue goes to work. I immediately feel her thighs start to quiver, and in less than a minute she gushes her juice in my mouth and on my face. She’s always been.