So, we are back in action and I smiled at her. I took my dick out of her mouth and asked her, “Come on my slave, get on your knees, behave like the ...lave you promised you will be. She went down from the bed sat on her knees, I went close to her, hold my dick in my hand in front her mouth and looked at her and signaled her to suck it. She started and I can’t tell you much I regretted at that moment. Not because, she was bad at sucking. Not at all, but because she was so good at it. She sucked it. . in ways an adult men could never achieve.By Friday, my husband Peter was off to a trip with his employer, along with him went his friend Adrian, the husband of my oldest cousin Chantae, I was to spend a week by myself... I had just ended my day shift from work, and at 3 PM I was free, I gathered my purse and headed out the door, saturated in kitchen smell and sweat, I was dying for a shower. I made it home and got in the shower almost immediately, indulging myself with a half-hour bath,. .... I want to feel it.....feel it..... I'm actually jealous ... of this dying girl.... I clutch the root saw in both hands, pointing it at my own tummy as I watch Jemma twitch and bleed.... she tries to say something else... but a gush of blood fills her mouth and chokes off her voice in a fit of gagging. I push the point into myself.... but not too deep... It feels so awesome.... burns.... I twist it a little, and feel my own blood trickling down the white skin of my lower belly... Jemma. And doing it in the barn door, where we could easily be in plain sight of Daddy or Denver if they rounded a corner or two ... there was fear there, about being caught, even though I didn’t fully understand why we needed to be fearful of that, but there was also a huge thrill to it, too. Danny had needed me so badly, and I him, that we’d dropped everything to get onto it as soon as we could.‘Danny,’ I gasped against the hay, bracing myself against the bale as best I could, ‘you’re gonna make it.