She reached between her legs to guide my tool into her wet and warm pussy. She was a tight fit, at first, but then she loosened up as she started to r...ck back and forth, with my cock buried deep inside of her.Oh, Lord.It would not take much for Mandy to orgasm. Brandy repositioned herself over my face for the same oral stimulation I had just provided to Mandy. Mandy continued to work herself back and forth with my tool buried deep inside of her, issuing guttural moans of pleasure in the. ”“Man, and I mean that in every sense of the word, I just gave up trying. All those decades of creation and for what? An ungrateful world. I even dictated some books but everyone had to go and politicise them. Their gospel truth is not quite the gospel truth.”My mind whirred. I mean if he was who said he was I could find out about anything. Wait a minute! I thought I am missing something.“Why are you here?”“Every year I run a lottery and enter all adult humans. You just got lucky.”“Cool.”“Of. He seemed to sense how much she loved her car and was very respectful of it. The time passed quickly as they discovered each other. He had picked one of her favorite CDs, Romanza, and it played softly as they talked and began sharing life tales. All too soon, he turned into a parking lot. Only when she saw the sign, did Desi realize that she was starving. It was early afternoon and she hadn’t eaten all day. The restaurant before her was an old stone building, right on the water’s edge. Few cars. At first, I wasn't sure which would be better: to watch one of the other girls die, kicking and struggling in the noose; or to experience that ultimate sensation myself, hanging, strangling, cumming, dying.After a couple of days I decided it was better to watch. No, not because I'm afraid of death. No. But when another girl is chosen, I get to watch. It excites me so, to watch her death struggle and her orgasms. And also, when I watch I anticipate it happening to me. I imagine myself struggling.