Your nails dig into my skin and you step back, pulling back to see the pained expression as you deprive me of what I need the most, before ravaging me...with another forceful thrust that knocked the breath out of me. You give a deep growl of pleasure, my wetness dripping down your own thighs, my muscles constantly contracting around your throbbing cock. With a grin of sadistic satisfaction, you rhythmically ravage my body, your hands grasping at my skin, pulling my hair for. Until now they’ve been lying to themselves. Now they’re lying to her as well.Sooner or later, for most of them, the relationship fails.Free to dress up more regularly they spend most of their private time mincing about in stockings or pantyhose, lingerie, heels, skirts wig - the whole kit and caboodle.The start wearing stockings and lingerie under their men’s outerwear.That of course is never enough. They want to be seen by others.Heart in mouth they tentatively start venturing out. Late night. Nothing I hadn't done before. That was as far as it ever goes when you aren't there with me. Slowly, I lifted off her shirt, looking at her glowing skin in the candle light, thinking about how perfect she was, how well made. I reached a hand around her back to unclasp her bra as my other hand trailed through her hair. Sliding both the straps down her shoulders, I finally gazed upon her breasts, silky-smooth, pale in the flickering light. I kissed her lips again, then made my way down her chest,. He didn’t even take one step before I made him stick his knife through his own shoulder, just below his collarbone. He fell face first onto the driveway, causing the knife to poke clean through the back of his shirt.The shock caused Bubba to reach for his, but he was still under my control.“Uh, uh, drop the knife or die! Your choice.”The knife fell at his side. “Now, you have no legs, you bastard!”His legs turned rubbery, he fell to his knees, then on his face.Greg was running toward the house.