. I see."And then needing Iris to understand, I confessed weakly, "I had wondered why he'd been so difficult with me lately Iris. I just seemed to loo...e all control."Iris smiled caringly, "They get the bit between their teeth and you can't pull them up. I know and that's not what you need, is it Margot?" she said softly.Iris was offering me to unburden my sin with her."Oh Iris ... he's become so sturdy ... I tried to stop him... " my voice faltered as relief enveloped me.Iris put a comforting. But it hurt, and it sucked, and there was nothing I could do about it. The only way for me to have a life was to move on from my old one. I had to kill the girl. For months, and even years to come, there would be weak moments, where I would melt down and just lose it. Funerals were my destruction. Every time for the rest of my life, I would melt down at a funeral, even if I never knew the decedent. It would remind me of the me whom I had to lose, the me I had to kill, the me whom I loved. “Y-yes,” she admitted. The man thrust forward, Julie’s wrist still in his hand, and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Happily, she puckered her lips to welcome the man’s dick back where she wanted it. He grabbed her head and kept pressing as she licked the underside of this perfect dick, elated to be tasting it again. But her hands weren’t there to steady him. She couldn’t grip his cock. He took full advantage of her face, plunging it deeper into Julie’s mouth. She sputtered. It was pushing. She smiled with happiness as I placed a plate with five small cups containing her sweat, spit, shit, piss and cum beside her and told her to use her different body parts to apply the five elements to my cock and then use her mouth to clean the cock clean. She looked confused with the instructions and I explained it further. I said she should use her forehead to apply the sweat from the bowl to my cock and balls, then use her tongue to clean it all. Then she should apply the spit from the bowl.