She began to lick it up. Man this woman was a true died in the wool cock sucker. She slurped my cum like it was nectar. she cleaned my balls and co...k with her tongue and stuck it down my pee hole getting all of the remainder of the cum out she could. She loved to suck, lick, dick and lick asshole. She could tongue fuck a snakes butt and loved doing it. As I lay there trying to regain my composure I realized that my dick was still hard. Not rock hard like it had been but it was still. .. of fantasy... (I trust you know the difference between fantasy and real life.) If you find the thought of pretty young girls dying in exquisite terror and agony to be arousing, you might enjoy this humble offering. If such dark thoughts offend or repel you, please save both of us the aggravation and go find something else to read. J.K.The girl grew up in a trailer park. She is desperate to escape all that. Her dad's a drunk, her mom is dead... she is eighteen.... at least you want to. She was trying hard to tell to herself how wrong this was but every time she said it her excitement grew stronger.“Snap out of it Alison… Your own son!!”.She couldn’t convince herself anymore. She was getting horny!She decided to let Eric calm down and they would talk in the morning. But her thoughts were still troubled. As it happened a couple of weeks ago while thinking of Jake, she decided once again that her thoughts are her own. She can think of anything she wants, as long as she keeps it. A table beside her had all the traditional torture implements. There were various kinds of whips, floggers, and canes. Anne was a hardcore pain-slut and had been into heavy BDSM before it was no longer intense enough for her. She was alone, and had already been waiting for some time. They always did this to build anticipation. Even though she wanted this there was still fear. She feared her death even while she sought it out. She feared that she might be mutilated even if she survived. The pain.