Alla fine arriv? al centro della piazza dove era tutto pronto, infatti il boia si era avvicinato al rogo e aveva iniziato a preparare la torcia. Appen... si rese conto di essere arrivata alla sua fine inizi? a dimenarsi, come se solo ora si rendesse veramente conto che stava per essere uccisa. ?NO! Vi prego vi scongiuro, per piet? NO!?. Le slegarono la catena dal collo e dalle caviglie. Prov? a scappare ma subito l?afferrarono le mani forti degli assistenti del boia e cominciarono a trascinarla. Even if you were the most polite fairy in the world, you'd still be here now. Because the first step is to erase who you were. And I do so love this part. The fear in your eyes. The suffering of your pain. The cries of your agony. God, I'm so hot just looking at you."She stood in front of him. Absent mindedly stroking her sex. Tension hung heavily in the small room. She trembled a moment, perhaps reaching a climax. Or perhaps dreaming of one she would soon have. She then began again."Once the. My conversation was mundane about work stuff. She then surprised me by saying she had a confession. As you might have read in my last story when I was last in London I had taken her out to a dogging site for the first time and we had been watched as we fucked. It was her first time doing anything like that. She told me that a week or so later she drove back to the same spot to see what the area was like. She parked her car (the only one there) and went for a walk. She found the woodland around. After five minutes I got my big boy to go down, she told me that she had some boxes in the attic that she needed to take down. While we worked Mrs. Megan kept on bumping into me, this was driving me crazy because she bent over right in front of me while I wasn’t looking and my dick that was semi hard poked her in the butt. I could have sworn that she made a grinding motion with her ass, but I just thought that I was day dreaming again so I kept on working. Some reason we kept on making contact.