The masked man watches the clock on the wall and when ten minutes have elapsed from when he first started to turn the butterfly screw he gives it one ...ast twist and stands back. As her throat is totally crushed the prisoner’s body stiffens and tenses and she appears to try and stand up. Death spasms rack her body. Then suddenly it is over. Smith slumps down in the chair, face now almost purple, eyes bulging as if on stalks and her tongue swollen and puffed protrudes from her drooling. ”Handing me the washcloth, she said, “All over, please.”I obliged by getting her back, her sides and running the cloth between her ass cheeks, her pussy.“Ooh! Careful there, still sensitive.”“Oops! So sorry, Sal, can I call you Sal?” turning her around so I could get her breasts and tummy. Mainly her breasts; they were still delicious-feeling.Laughing slightly she said, “Call me anything or anytime, baby! Just have your sample box ready to go!”We could hear her cell phone beeping as we turned. Opening the door I was face to face with two older women. Both women stood about 5 feet and 4 inches. Both were nicely dressed and holding some sort of printed material in their hands. The lady on the left had salt and pepper hair, down to her shoulders and weighed about 150 pounds. The lady on the right had silver hair that was cut about two inches above her shoulders. I quickly glanced at their chests and made a mental note they both were stacked and I could smell two types of perfume. I. In this way only, can you reduce the sway he once had over my existence. Disconnect him from all the wounds he left behind him. Make him truly dead to me." You feel nothing for me then?" I do. Deep gratitude, an abiding respect that you took it upon yourself to make real the act that I could merely dream to accomplish. I would give to you willingly what never once I gave to him. As a reward though, not out of feelings or need. Free me from the memory of all his past assaults and there is.