Another lightning strike reveals that my sexy man had been watching from his chair. His right hand was steadily stroking his cock while the left cuppe... his balls. It was so arousing to watch him pleasure himself. Unbelievably I could feel my pussy walls begin to clench again. I needed that cock. No way was I going to let him cum and waste all that wonderful semen on a towel. I wanted it all. I rolled over and crawled towards him, across the bed. I could feel the pressure on the mattress from. " Well, don't get any ideas. I have plans." Plans? Involving me?"And I leered at him. Really. "Yes, plans. But first, we have to take care of some formalities." Oh yes, and what did you have in mind?" Your soul Boris. I'm going to save your soul." Oh God, not a fundamentalist, surely. Should we sit and pray then?" It's not like that. I'm going to tell you something you already know, but have forgotten, and then things should get interesting." Oh, be still my heart. Perhaps I should alert the. My pen rests comfortably between friendly calluses. I hobble onto an obscure side street where my hollow footsteps die on the slick pavement. A neon sign of a woman’s contour sprays electric crimson across the roadway. I can picture the ambulances surrounding the scene of a vehicular manslaughter incident. A doctor sips from a beverage container while examining a lacerated carcass. He yawns and rakes stiff fingers through hair that no longer exists. ‘There’s an accident every week on this damn. The movie soundman moved the boom close enough to pick up Melissa’s guttural grunts and moans of mortification. The camera panned over to Queen, who seemed to be frigging herself under the folds of fat. Both slaves at her feet had knowing grins on their faces. The screen faded to black.When the camera came back up, it focused on a naked Melissa, her wrists tied above her with a rope from the ceiling. She was blindfolded. She was stretched so that she could barely stand on her toes. A.