I jumped back, looking for some escape fromher stinging attack as the crowd hooted and jeered. Desperate, I duckedinto one of the over-size bird cages...on the stage and slammed the door!Dawn slammed the chain against the bars a few times, frustrated by herinability to get at me. Then she smiled wickedly."Won't come out, hunh? Well then you can just stay there!"Gleefully she wrapped the chain around the bars of the door, knotting itsecurely, sealing the door closed -- I was trapped on that stage. His cock was rock hard. He had to touch those magnificent legs. His hands shuddered with pleasure as he rubbed each leg from the ankle to the thigh. He took his hard cock out of his pants and began to stroke it while looking at those legs. It didn't take many strokes before it exploded with streams of hot sticky cum shooting across the floor beside the corpse. He stopped and grabbed the table because his legs were feeling weak. He quickly pulled up his pants and took the hose and washed the. The dead girl’s face was split in a“Glasgow Smile,” the corners of the mouth cut to make a mockery of happiness. Just like my mother’s. My mother’s face had healed and scarred, but the dead girl’s never would.As I slept that night, I dreamt the same thing over and over. I kept seeing my mom lying on that sidewalk.So when I woke up the next morning, I knew it was time. Time to find Jack.Time to find my father.Time to call in that Marker.All things being equal, the most important thing was to. S*******n, go faster, but DON'T CUM!" she said, lustily.Incredible dirty, lustful visions filled my head as I caressed my ball sack, fucking the toy up and down over my straining cock."Sixteen," she breathed, "think about how good you feel right now, how much you want this, this pleasure! Fifteen, I'm so wet again, I'm fucking myself right along with you...f******n, slow down a little, really get into the sensation from between your legs, like me, like you, ohh I am so spread wide, the dildo is.