I could sense a bulge building up in my shorts again. I flipped page after page of nude girls in naughty poses. I was feeling different for the first ...ime. I was getting horny. My dick was now making a tent in my shorts. I sensed footsteps and knew that chettan was coming through the corridor. I did not bother to hide the magazine. He came in found me looking at the picture. He smiled said, “you smartass, where did you find that?” there was a pause while I looked into his eyes and he continued.. Across from me, there was a mirror between both elevators. I took a good look at myself. Me-Anniel Johnsons-didn't look so bad, really. I had brown, wavy hair that went to my shoulders, curving up. I was slender, with small but firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass with long, slender legs. Reflecting off the smooth mirror, my skin looked almost albino white. I laughed inwardly. I was 24 and still looking good. I carried my big Gucci purse into the roomy elevator. I pressed "6". After over 20 years of wet pussy- splitting orgasms and kinky explorations she still opens up for more and more.When we were first together I would touch her all over when we would go to bed and quickly learned where her “hotspots” are. Her nipples are very sensitive and when I play with them she gets very wet very quickly. I learned that if I pinch her nipples hard she melts and her pussy starts to gush. Once she is this horny her pussy will be twitching and responds in ways that I could have. . her eyes are round as little blue buttons.... her mouth wide.... trying to scream....but only a raspy little gurgling sound comes out of her. Her thin, delicate fingers claw at the sudden pain biting into her throat... her nails leaving livid red marks on her ivory skin as she desperately tries to find the wire that's cutting off her breath... I just hold tight... watching her suffer... giving her time to feel it.... really feel it.... before I yank the garrote again, and the wire bites deep.